We met by chance
I lurking in the arboretum
behind a camera
enjoying budding sunshine.
Compelled by the scent of spring
and the fluid sway of summer skirts.
She was extra ordinary
and pretty in unexpected ways.
I drew near overtly fascinated
with the narcissus blossoming at her feet.
She unveiled my ruse with grace
and small talk about spring flowers.
Compelled by her voice to look up
and catch my reflection in her sunglasses.
She was pert in all the right places
and impertinent in all the best ways.
She glided us to the tea-house
for coffee and shortcake.
I grew jealous of the strawberries that
touched her lips and tongue.
Compelled by her laughter I followed
her willing down a side trail.
We walked beneath a pergola
covered in pale green vines.
Brilliant tulips bloomed by the path
each swarmed in noisy honey bees.
She reached out to draw my attention
to a nearby grove of maple trees.
Compelled by her touch I kissed her
and she complied adding her hunger to mine.
She slipped out of reach
taunted me with sassy swirl of hips and skirt.
Sylvan smile across her nymph-like lips
she danced barefoot on the grass.
And chanted ‘catch me’ as she
lured me down to the grove.
Compelled I chased – catching her when
she decided she might be caught.
Breathless we tumbled behind shrubs
entangled in the undergrowth.
She smelled of earth and heat
and slow dripping maple sap.
In springtime there is only one
appetite that needs attention.
Compelled we simply did as we desired.