We will slip back into innocence, and revel in its intoxicating embrace
The wind rustling, shifting, picking up yet another spring snow
In a week’s time it will be summer and
We will be warm and we will be joyous
We can be alone with each other
Being Being Being! Around you is like
The snow it kisses my face and it reminds me of you white and perfect and powerful and soft
I love when the snow doesn’t know what month it is
I would love you but maybe I shouldn’t for if I wish for you too long I will become lost in my own desire, made a slave to my passion but is that such a bad thing?
I listen for the sounds of the coming summer
The insects buzzing the wind sighing with heady relief
My misfortune is knowing that your beauty won’t allow me to be with you
Your beauty won’t allow me to be warm and in your bed
I curse language itself for keeping the truth just that far away
The way I think about you I just want to say without saying, and I hope you know without really knowing
Kids, playing outside
Wrapped in sunshine and kissed by God
We were just kids
And now we’re laying under a tree
The night is warm
I pass the wine and we drink because we think it’s fun
And we laugh, thinking about those kids
Thinking about how they grew up
And how they are us
And how we are happy,
together and alone
