Saturday, September 3, 2011

Things that last-

Slowly, like blooming daisies like a silent summer river like thoughts in quivering frozen nights. we hold each other dripping and vanishing into wilderness of the scented jungles of memory. We walk back and forth but time freezes, reassuring us of everlasting caresses that stoke fire of our passions. And what remains is a painted path of love that elopes into a molten we. As I reside in you. And you reside in me. And we stay forever. A glowing sun of intimacy. Faraway an enchanting night star merges into the dark sky