We can sit
Beneath the sun
We can run
Our fingers
On the naked bodies
Lying in the grass
We can pass
A trail of smoke
Between the lips
Fingertips
Burnt with the ashes
Move again
Towards each other
Write a letter
That maybe starts
Your name
On a day like this
We can swim
Miles and miles
All the while
Looking at
Each other’s face
And when the race
Is over
We can roll
On the beach
With our backs
Towards the skies
And our eyes
Still dreaming
Of dreams
Untold
On a day like this
We can slip
Into bed
And drown
Into sleep
Don’t keep
Track of time
Until time
Itself forgets
To knock our door
We sleep some more
In the embrace
Of our bodies
And the smell
Is all that dwells
Between the sheets
Long after
We are
Gone.
march 9, 2014
