SKINNY DIP IN A GOLDEN SEA

'A skinny dip in a golden sea'
is how I describe my love and me
when we escape to the high country,
where we frolic au naturally.
 
Then the corn has had time to be sown
and near our chests' height fully grown,
a modesty protecting cover
when upright stand the loved and lover.
 
The ears of the corn we now can see,
plant reminders of fertility,
which after harvest millers will grind
for making bread that in shops we find.
 
We chase each other amidst the corn,
naked as the days that we were born,
'til one catches other, arms round waist,
starts giving their skin a lover's taste.
 
To our desires we sink to the ground,
where the shaded bare earth will be found.
One offers bare back side to the earth,
so other can rest upon their girth.
 
While hot sun on one's back does beat,
we thrust into each other's love seat,
limbs entwining and torsos writhing,
breaths sound like desperate surviving.
 
After this love making al fresco,
we recover breaths, get up and go
walk back to the spot where clothes await,
wipe down, re-dress and go out the gate.