Interwoven

We're composed of shadows meeting on the lawn our bodies bump like boats in the boathouse yearning to cut through waves, and leave at dawn. I sail into the sunlight with my spouse hand in hand while our free hands oared the air pluck marigolds; she wears one in her hair. These hot summer days are long and golden while the morning dew freshens the meadow where we lay till our shadows are interwoven. A foundered boat creaking like a cello all starlight & music, not a single -shadow, hereafter, did intermingle.