R-Doe

Out in my bright, side yard,
In my twelve-row garden,
Picking the palm-filling tomatoes
That redly sagged the vines,
Out of the narrow woods
A doe walked, stopping
And starting, all the way up to me.
Turning her head slightly,
She leaned forward,
And kissed me lightly on the lips.
When I opened my eyes again,
I was alone. Was it you?