Rolled Shirt Sleeves

Where white silk has never been worn
Nor promises ever spilled forth
No petals tossed up in good sport

None troubadours have set the scene 
No busy-ers to plan the dream
The path forth untrodden and green

With eyes that see sacred in place
Beside Love’s Best Fly-ing Ace
The air with my oath I’ll then grace 

while I read

Seek me in the soft
Shadows where I’ve the need to play

Find me on the frilled
Fringe as I take dares each day

Catch me on the kindred
Curves where ease and danger meet

Take me to the tall
Tree and wait at my feet