Delicious Denim

You were quite the exquisite appetizer Bronzed biceps that caught the cascade Of your waterfall hair Swept back in sunlight's saunter You stilled my breath When your chiseled cheekbones Raised as my name was voiced From lips that could part the sea In years so young Who could've known hearts would beat That loudly when pressed together In your wicked wearing Of delicious denim I fell under the spell And drank first from your well Our two hands held In feverish forgetfulness Of the entirety of all surroundings By the old mill stream Nearby the pussywillow path You offered a taste of honeysuckle happiness As spied upon by hummingbirds Our stow away hours spent in tortoise time Sunburned scorched by blistering belief That our octave love in perfect tune When the afternoon dipped into evening Tiring our tongues from talk and kisses The long walk back in rhythm Still unmatched and all our plans hatched Your blowing brown locks as long as mine From behind we were recognized the same With berry stains, just below our pockets From where we wiped our hands Our frayed Levis cuffed up wet From the long lazy stroll through the stream That never quite cooled our heated hearts And revisits now, a beautiful dream