All these years later
I still dream of you
A day in the park
Late spring
Under that tree
Hiding from the sun
Half asleep
You
Tracing secrets
In the palm of my hand
Whispering a love's tradition
Of desire
In my ear
 
we may never pass this way again
through the dration of love permeates the very fabric of my existence
in solitude hearts melt back the fervor of resistance
join with others to humbly frolic in this love
You
holding hands together
kisses of sweet molden lava love escalates through my hearts door
will you open ?