Overgrown by earth
I trust
the wild roses will re-emerge
overwhelm me with their fragrance
and petal pink color
birds nest, bodies pressed,
tongues mingle, hands holding water rest,
then,
in June not July,
in evening not morning,
in lavender sheets not white or green,
in cloudshadow not starlight,
in my bed not yours,
in love
not indecision
we find our place
By Kate Bell, Lake County, CO