do that and then

be quiet,
come fast,
someone will know
and rat us out she says,
taking
my hand and leading us behind
the shed,
along the peat moss, the soft earth
which takes
our footprints.
we have to be quiet,
don't say a word, she says,
her hand pulling
me closer, the heat
of her making me forget
how wet my
shoes are, how warm the air
is, how dark
the branches fold upon
our clinging shadows.
promise me first
that you love me, she says,
straightening me
to find my eyes,
do that and then.