Pulling Weeds and Bandit Grasses

Sitting on the front lawn with you
Pulling weeds and bandit grasses
In the Saturday afternoon sun
Enjoying being with you
Both of us with dirty hands
And both in jeans and T-shirts
Sharing both solitude and small talk
Me occassionally reaching out
To touch or brush against you
Feeling blessed by the closeness
Wanting to ravish you right there
But only doing so in my mind
Remembering past embraces
And the intimacies we've shared
Hoping to share such moments
Over and over again with you
Even just pulling weeds and bandit grasses
Will be an experience I will always cherish
I suppose this is what is called being in love
And I love you
I always have
I always will.