Moonshine mixed with sunshine

Sunshine hot on my back,

Warm July breeze

Blowing across my cheek.

“Hey, Scotty’s here!”

I turn, expecting someone

familiar,

But he’s not.

Blue eyes like glaciers,

Baseball cap hiding brown hair.

Who is this?

As he strolls past,

the wind catches his clothes.

It floods my nose,

My mouth

My soul:

Sweet grass and

Dairy air.

I let my eyes follow

And watch.

Dirt stained pants,

Sleeveless t-shirt that’s pale and lifeless,

Scuffed work boots.

All I can think

All I can smell

is hard working

dairy farmer.

He smiles

And my heart skips a beat.

Hours go by,

and I just stay close,

never directly speaking, just

Watching.

His eyes twinkle with intelligence

His laugh is high

and the jokes catch me off guard.

Something is keeping me close

My attention can’t be moved

No other can speak to me for long

My friend even leaves with another

I barely notice.

I marvel at his quick wit

And steady

Strong hands.

Hours later

around the fire

His older brother talks to me

About his life and girlfriend

I ask questions and listen,

But constantly watch the other

Younger

Silly brother.

He’s been drinking,

Can’t walk,

And so resorts to crawling

To find the moonshine

The older brother keeps hiding.

The older brother tries to chastise him for being drunk

But when moonshine is so smooth

It’s hard to know when to stop.

I strain to see his movements in the dark

And suddenly he is crawling past me

Sitting close enough to touch.

I’m embarrassed

And nervous

so intent

on not watching him,

his words startle me.

My head whips around

Eyes straight to his eyes

I barely answer, and laugh at his question

He shrugs and looks away

I can’t stop watching

Wondering.

Want more.

It’s midnight,

Time to leave

I say pleasantries

And the older brother tries to help him stand

He laughs him away

Demands to be let go

Insists he can stand by himself.

Plants his hands firmly on the chair arms

And launches himself upwards.

He doesn’t make it vertical

Halfway there he tips forwards

And waylays a young girl

Sitting in her chair next to his

So fast no one could react.

The older brother is furious

He is giddy with laughter,

he must apologize in the morning when he hasn’t been drinking

Tells her his number

Wraps an arm around the older brother

And saunters off into the dark.

My eyes follow beyond my sight

My body wants to follow

Something about him

His smell

His smile

His eyes

Has me so wound up

I can’t seem to think.

I look to the girl

Ask if she’s alright

Laugh about how unreal the whole ordeal was

And ask for his number.