Childhood Love

Summer Princess.

She sat

her back

to the tree

Invisible cord

bound her wrists.

Silver chain at her waist.

I was her prince,

she my princess.

Nothing could stop me.

All our enemies

died by the sword,

as I slashed my way

towards her, through

the long summer grass

eased the chain

from around her waist

touching her freeing her.

That summer.

Yesterday

The Offering 

Jill brought us 

sausages in strings;

uncooked,
offerings
from
her parents larder.

Seductively,

passively,

one plump knee

in film star pose,

she watched us eat

in ungrateful glee.

Her blonde hair

lifted 

in the wind;

two golden sheaves

catching

the evening sun.

She would have

done anything

to join our gang

but we were all

too innocent

for that