Us in the Shade

The shade there was swell,
Under the groping vines that ran up
then down the other barked side.
The picnic set was shining then,
and your teeth were purely white.
The sun backlit the scene,
and the hill provided an urgingly lovely sight.

The air was cool and your hand was warm
wrapping sulkily into mine.
I thought I was living in a dream
but that moment was in time;
a place where courting mazes solve
and you were thought to be mine.