I sat in the sun leaning on a grassy bank
air droning with bee and fly.
It was hot,my eye-lids heavy with the day
I fought to keep them open as she stepped down
Her skin smooth as though carved in Rome.
Her toga slipped at every step,fell in tumult folds,
I lay back, to see her face against the noonday sun
Which at her back gave halo to her beauty.
She smiled shameless as she strode towards me
No gown to hide her beauty; pride in every step,.
She knew what she was doing, took charge of the occasion
'I am woman see my thighs' as she stood above me
The sun in my eyes, dazzled me,
I could guess the promise she implied.
She stooped to kiss my brow I kissed as she intended
Found her warm not stone.
I had walked the garden many times
Admired afar this beauty coy and distant.
Why, this day, did she step down, why to me this gift?
So the day continued, how long I did not count.
Again she stood above me
Lay down to share the grassy bank,sun behind the hedge
We kissed again...she goodbye,I could not speak the word,
Turned her back, a symphony to rival Brahms.
Then to the cold stone plinth,virginal and coy again
Watched her walk away, regret in every step,
One last smile, her hands discrete
Her breasts a memory on my lips.
The garden bell disturbed my reverie
Left her to the night.
Sleep sweet lady sleep alone
I shall return but not to dream
Such as this comes only once.