My dearest,
Imagine yourself in this picture –
a field of golden rod, lilies and thistle,
waking up and finding yourself surrounded by
a marching procession of fairies,
dust sprinkled and the
intoxicating perfume of summer.
Now imagine me lying next to you
naked and I am wrapped up in your arms,
We are but in a flash moment –
suspended,
between early morning dawn
and the magic of night.
nothing covers us but morning dew,
my arm hairs brush up next to yours,
I am rising up to greet your lips,
This is where we will be.
