brown eyes

the lady with deep brown eyes
never questioned she knew my name
held my hand which was a great surprise
& walked an early morning mountain
easterly and sunrise
touched the marvelous meadow flowers
where we paused, sat for hours
we counted all their colors
unaware of any others.
the lady with soft safari step
sometimes closeness needs at night
found my face while she still slept
and knew it could be good & right
the freedom song she hoped to get
& touched the skin of inner thigh
where lightly paused and gave a sigh
we counted all near passing stars
and felt that moment they were ours.