Right there: two wholly naked lovers pass
by: adolescents, hand in hand. Their feet
glide lightly through the thick, and dew-drenched, grass.
Too casual to be in any hurry,
they feel no need to pause for, or to scurry
from, any secret shame or brash conceit.
From last night's slow and lingering love-making,
through cuddled sleep beneath the stars, then waking
at dawn and to each other with a kiss---
theirs is a pristine and perfected bliss.
But someone lurks outside, whose plans now mean
to sow this garden with sin's seeds, obscene
and lewd; whose twisted thought is serpentine,
who thinks pure joy should be his for the taking.