misinterpreted heart murmur

red bandanna knots
faces in the sun

you have a white flower
tucked behind your ear.
you have a soft spot
for lady bugs on leaves.
I have a place in my heart
for a lady in the grass --

we lay side-by-side,
the token lovers of the park.

your hand is on my chest
fingers drum a nothing beat,
a carefree percussion

another, deeper, 
makes noises of a certain intent
now playing on my lips

I love...
I love--

"I love
being
with you" 

was as close as you got
before you left

and the day goes away
only to return when I least need it to
as memories are wont to do