Arcadian Days

And after all this time.
You play me.
Play me with your hands.
Fingers gently caressing ivory.
Palms squeezing leather.

And after we’ve sung our song together.
We close our eyes and rest.
Sticky from kisses.
Breathless from pent-up air releasing.
Hot under midday sun.

We escape into the fields.
Far from prying eyes.
Beyond earshot of the house.
We cannot hear them if they call us.
Only the birds and beasts are witness.

We will not return until nightfall.
We will dance and sing the day.
Under the twinning rainbow.
We fall upon each other.
Close our eyes and play.