Two daisies
Walking
Hand in hand
To the beach
And the rich
Smell
Of wheat
Hugs itself
To their naked legs
Shapely
All the way
Up
To their
Yellow blouses
That hints down
At the hem
Of their heights
Of a world of magic
That lies
In the sunlight shower
Where our lovetips meet
And time stops
For now we are not
Who we thought we were.