Talia meets her lover on Sundays at the swing,
on the edge of the sunflower field.
The busybodies would be in church,
Their families out of sight, out of mind.
Her girl puts a sunflower in her black wavy hair and smiles.
They sit on the swing together, Talia on her lap,
their lips meeting as they smile.
They hold each other as they swing back and forth.
No words are needed,
until sunset when its time to go.
“When can we tell?” Talia’s girl Lavender asks, the wind carrying her blonde hair.
“Soon.” Talia answers, gathering her hands to her lips.
The swing dances with the sunflowers in the wind
as the lovers walk their separate ways.