WALK THROUGH KALE.

A boy and girl walk through a field of kale.

Walking through a field of kale

Jane in front and you following behind

brushing on your hands over

 

the dew damp leaves

breathing in the morning air

she looking around

 

in case the farmer

or one of his farmhands

sees you wander

 

through the tall kale

you notice she has a slight wiggle

as she walks ahead

 

not intentional

not like some of the girls at school

you put on the wiggling hips

 

to attract the boy’s searching eyes

it’s just a natural movement

and you watch and take in

 

the decisive tread she makes

maybe in fear of mouse

or just cautious of doing damage

 

to the kale’s green stems

then she pauses and turns around

facing you and says

 

I come here sometimes

and sit amongst the kale

just to be alone and away

 

from the pressures

and eyes of others

you nod and say

 

it gets like that sometimes

and as you speak

your eyes move over her face

 

and at her eyes

and the way her hair

is neatly brushed

 

and her lips parted slightly

as if about to speak

mother warmed me of boys

 

she says looking over your shoulder

at the farm beyond

she says they’re not to be trusted

 

then she pauses

and looks you in the eyes

and oh you mutter inwardly

 

the way she looks

the way her eyes

move over me like an artist’s brush

 

and you sense

a kiss waiting to happen

lips paused to press

 

tongues ready to explore

each other’s orifice

warm and wet

 

but nothing happens

and you both walk on

through the dew damp kale

 

hoping for another time

another fresh dawn

another sexier now.