There was you and

there was me. We

slept under that

bumble-tree.

With crumbled things

and struggled deep

to play a game like

hidean'seek.

We rumbled free

like roots or leaves

when yanked from earth

or cold-breath preened.

Whispered, "Why's that

willa weep?"

And kissed like finders

play hidean'seek.

We swung like knees

on shins and see:

Kept my word like 

Bible sleeves.

Fisted our clothes and 

rustled our needs

and forever we dozed:

You and me.

@Finder : Edited.