Unwitting

  Didnt want a man until i
  had you. My metronome was 
  made up of grackle cries. My 
  two feet climbed the owl 
  path steady until i realized 
  you were alongside 
  me in clovers. 

  i pointed out the orioles 
  messing round in mulberries. 
  The female demure and 
  unlooking- but was he ever 
  boistering! 

  Time wound like a bandage. 
  Your eye lashes barely 
  masked your eyes. Sun beat 
  like wings. My mind got 
  lost and languorous. 

  Time reached the hot-pink of 
  thistles growing along the back 
  road my fingers took
  through your beard bristles.