there's a break in the stars where pipe dreams make way for the realities we can only brace ourselves for. among the hidden pleas of nightly calling i found your eyes transfixed on hopes in hues of indigo, clinging to fragments of simultaneous laughter and rolling down the long slope of each other. another point in coincidence that adheres to heavy planning, half chance but still all the wonders of the world.
i heard you alive in the trees with smiles that could reach for me and knowledge about tents and hand oils. with the night and the rain and the all encompassing deliverance of what my hand can feel in yours.
your taste left on the finger tips of daily happenings is more than agreeable. bountiful leavings of memory sweetly thought of in cool blankets. your things and my things. our things together.
i heard you alive in the trees with smiles that could reach for me and knowledge about tents and hand oils. with the night and the rain and the all encompassing deliverance of what my hand can feel in yours.
your taste left on the finger tips of daily happenings is more than agreeable. bountiful leavings of memory sweetly thought of in cool blankets. your things and my things. our things together.