we did n't see the cow-pats , did we , my foolish love , or hear the transistor radio picking metallically across the blue and yellow genitals of plants that crowded in above our heads to watch us kiss among the hair and insects of a beautiful day like today , grabbing a jacket just in case , pocketing keys , turning slowly in search of forgotten items , and though i have to leave you , you knew i always would ; i 'd better be off .