vibes

buzz
in the meadow of the yellow flowers
the old barn creaks
in the dry wind
the golden rod sways
buzz
we sit on the grass that stains our jeans
and makes us itch
its softness is almost more
than we can bear
almost
buzz
in twilight we lay down
on the rough blanket
brush away the stickers
meet in the cool stars
lightning in my spine
when
you touch my hair
buzz