Time for a sweet get together with matt and mello(:
easy rhythems of birds and waves.
i feel,
complete.
the sky clouds up,
swallowing the world of heat
and wraps us in cold.
sweet cold.
it fills us with fresh air
and grey,
a threat of gentle sheets of
mist and water as we lay
on the hill that kisses
the stars and heaven.
his hand in mine, i bubble with...
bliss.
pure, white bliss.
wet green grass under us
and we bathe in it.
it itches, and i smile.
this was,
our place.