From..
Never A Greater Need by Walter Benton
2:1
I came in from camp and you from the city . . . uncertain,
apprehensive still --
having for days rehearsed, each by his own script, the play
of attitudes and words, the first tentative touch,
the implied yes
and (always) the ultimate embrace.
But as it happened: I took your hand to cross the street,
and our fingers held . . . the way vines do in growing,
and we were wonderfully inarticulate --
we were breathlessly afraid . . . like flying in a dream.
Then most of the afternoon we lay in the sun,
among the last late dandelions and curious foraging ants --
shuttling secret thoughts between us
and exquisite promises . . . anticipating evening.
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