I saw the sun turn toward her

as she walked barefoot in the wet grass.
It was pleased to kiss her cheeks just pink,

and I was pleased to see the spark of her
for the very first time. I imagined us sharing

a blanket and bread and laughter
until the attentive light left us alone

and I ran my fingers through her twilit hair,
entirely captivated by the deepest blue

of her eyes and trembling as she let me
lean upon her breast and breathe.

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Danny Earl Simmons is an Oregonian and a proud graduate of Corvallis High School. He is a friend of the Linn-Benton Community College Poetry Club and enjoys community theater. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals such as The Pedestal Magazine, Eclectica, Off the Coast, IthacaLit, and Fifth Wednesday Journal. He blogs most of his published poems at http://dannyearlsimmons.blogspot.com.