laying in the grass
a quilt beneath us
we watch the stars move
far above us
crickets serenade us
with their songs of wanting,
wanting what we have
you snuggle close against me;
i smile at the touch, the warmth,
the length of you against me
i smile
because
we are here
together
the stars seems so close
we could touch them if we dared
and we could, we could
we could do
whatever we wanted
as long as we are
together
the cricket song is joined
by the rustle of a breeze
whispering through the leaves and the grass
beautiful music
for beautiful us
soon enough,
too soon,
we’ll go back to the rest of the world,
to jobs and bills and problems
but
none of that matters
right now
nothing matters at all
save that we are
together
.
.
.
To Beauty
.
.
May 19, 2011
©PCB 2011
