After the rainstorm
the girl and boy ran barefoot
through the wet grass,
slipped in their rush not knowing
what it was they chased,
slid down a knoll of high grass
seasoned by summer,
seized, pressed into each other,
kissed to the teeth,
pulled at each other’s hair,
tore off tops and shorts
until they could touch
what they had chased,
and let their bodies lead them
where they were led to go
Released
they lay looking face to face
sleeping and waking,
watching the last clouds of the storm
move away from them,
lay the rest of the afternoon
drying in the sun
in realms of butterflies