the field

Have I died?
is this heaven?
thinking as your hand slides around mine. Leading me down a dirt path. The field barely visiable in the dim dusk light. We step over the barrier from gravel to grass, grass as high as my thigh, almost leaving the world behind. The sound of russeling grass is what i have longed to hear. The feeling of your strong hand leading me deeper into the field is the thing i dreamed to feel. Reaching the place we belong, far enough from the path , deep enough in the grass, in a our own world. You lay me down, laying beside me, pulling me to you while pressing your tender lips to mine. Your protective arms wrapped around me, your fingers moving the hair from my face. My heart pounding so loud it drowns out the sound of the crickets. The whispers of your sweet words of love almost lost in the sound of the wind blowing through the tall grass. The warmth of the summer air is no match for the warmth of your body. Our tongues entwined together while fireflies pass over us, jealous of the light of our love. There is nowhere on earth i would want to be besides here in your arms under the millions of stars. Stars twinkling and dancing above us.
Kissing ....
kissing your sweet lips...
falling deeper in love with you...
my love overwhelming....
You, my love, make this moment heaven to me. Heaven on earth under the stars.