And then like
The children that
We are we
Wandered through the
Forest of your
Apartment drinks in
Hand and eventually
Landed on a
Bed of moss
And pillows where
I saw the
Sun glint in
Your brown eyes
And I leaned
In and tasted
The soft dewy
Sweetness of your
Lips feeling your
Hands pull me
Closer falling into
You like a
Leaf lands upon
The forest floor
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 