Forbid Me

Our intimacy 

was not holy

it was earthy

grounded and true

it was pure and without 

pretense more than auspicious 

on the mountain fields of flowers

grew fed by great rains and streams

our intimacy was not holy

but it was damn sure alive

and it was blessed to grow

and to thrive

something cut it off 

in the middle of the day

our intimacy was not holy

but it sure was headed that way