Escape of a Breath

Hand in hand we walk into the field
The light of evening dyes the jack pine orange
White and lavender lilac stand guard over pale blueberry blossoms
Wildflowers sing in a chorus of color

He ties my fingers together with a strawberry vine
Kisses them softly
“I’ve captured you”

I smile and kiss him back
He captured me long ago

We lay on the ground
Cushioned by a bed of clover
Our fingers dance together
Watching the golden clouds
As they chase each other across the sea of sky

I try to fight
But a sigh escapes

He touches my face
“What’s wrong?”

I put my head on his broad shoulder
“This is the closest I’m ever going to come to heaven.”