Two famished lovers, you and I
Lie naked as the autumn sky
Whilst gentle breeze and living things
Cavort across the meadow green,
And time, it seems has stopped a while.
A diamond shine upon the air,
A piece of grain locked in your hair,
And we appear as fallen leaves
Midst blades of grass, to all the trees.
The wind, it blows us ever there.
One soft-spoke sentence lingering
Thoughts sparkling and glistening
One warming palm on curv’ed thigh.
Two puzzle pieces, eye to eye.
Two heartbeats quickly quickening.
Your rainbow lips, they speak to me
Of fairy-tale menagerie
A candy kiss. A treasured one
Reflected by the rising sun.
Your warming beams shine suddenly.
The frosted ages come and go.
All generations ne’er will know
Will never tell, will never see
Our evanescent simile.
The wind, it blows, will ever blow.
Sean Goolsby
