On Their Life Cycles Built For Two.

On Their Life Cycles...Built For Two.

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With youthful elation....

tiny children they dance

in the warmth of a

sunbaked day.

Like virginal flights

newly hatched butterflies

who are just taking wing...

they flit to and fro

through bright buttercups..

and wildflowers that grow

bonnie blue and bright pink.

Pausing once to peruse

all the intricate patterns

woven in Queen Ann's lace.

Carelessly laughing

as they blow with a wish

the puffs of a

dying Dandelion......

Squeezing fat blades of grass

between chubby hands

fingers cupped tightly...

thumbs hugged closely

side by side

as they attempt to

whistle a natural tune.

Just some good vibrations

from nature's vast repertoire.

Spreading pollen unaware

on the toes of their sneakers

as they prance nimbly

through broad lawns

and meadows.

Ducking bees...chasing birds

leaping sprinklers..catching burrs,

while soft golden curls bounce

as they go a tumbling

in a pile of rumpled clothes

and shiny faces.

Their soiled fingers locked

in friendships,

their legs tangled

like the roots of a cypress.

Smiles bloom

giggles blossom,

and contentment

burst forth

in a sigh...

"Gee, but it's swell...

to be five!!"

With a growing awareness

these same two as

teenaged lovers grasp

all the benefits

of a gentle embrace,

in the cool of the shade

on a sunbaked day.

Like grapevines

interwoven

and tightly curled

their young hearts

grow heady with

the sweet nectars

of loves passionate fruits

Her Bobbi Brooks wrapped

snugly against his Levis

as fingers reach

tenatively forward

like tendrils of a vine,

slowly exploring

only those areas,

within mutual boundaries set

where trust is encouraged.

Sweet and succulent kisses

burst forth from budding lips

with a taste that will be

remembered at any age...

fondly over tea...

Chablis..or Chardonay.

At any future moment in time

they will then recall

with melancholy smiles

all those "Going steady days"

in that hot summer haze.

With all legalities tended,

sweet discoveries await

these two who

now are newlyweds

both snugly ensconced

in their marital bed

in the warm Summer Soltice

under June's glowing moon.

With fingers a' bumbling

and nervously fumbling

sweet words of love mumbled

over several near misses,

hearts trembling find calm

in some more gentle kisses.

Like a farmers thick finger

gently prods mother earth

slowly making a place

to enclose its wide girth,

then his seed will be planted

where new life can take birth.

Joyously does he plow

for the harvest brings mirth

as it does to those new

to the wedding of two,

who as one soon become

joined in heavenly fun.

She the warm fertile field,

he the farmer's firm prod,

pleasureably do they labor

for a small gift from God.

Tiny children who will dance

in the warmth of their suns

as it was...it is now

and forever to come

once again it's begun.

"Ahhhhhhh,

those Honeymoon nights

is life ever so fine?

as that fresh start of love

on a journey devine...?"

With August now fading

here arthritically bent

they sit snuggled together

from thier past...so well spent,

On a bench in that park

sharing elderly love

as the chirps of a lark

bring a song from above.

Here as children they'd danced
on warm sundrenched days
as the butterflies pranced
in such colorful ways

Near spots where they'd necked
as teenagers entranced
she in her bobbi Brooks
he in his Levi pants.

Now they both gently twirl

old gold rings on their fingers

from those days

they were newlyweds

such memories linger.

Their faces both lined with

the weight of their years

each etched deep

from their smiles

every worry and tear.

Now they watch

their own children

who proudly display

all the fruits of their harvests

as the grandchildren play.

Tiny children who dance

leaping high...laughing loudly,

Gram and Gramp share a glance

as they smile, Oh, so proudly.

Someday soon they will sleep[

side by side in rich soil

planted deep in stone gardens

weary bones free from toil.

Till the master himself

comes to harvest all souls

then they'll bloom once again

from each dark graveyard hole.

Then with youthful elation

as reborn children they'll dance

in the everwarm sun

of God's great happenstance

in life's sweet, second chance.