golden plains wrapping around the porch, sun dipped and dust blown, whiskey in your tea and heaven in your heart
truly & sincerely, what is the worst that could possibly happen.
I will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
with closed eyes
it was the first time it had been asked
7 months, a total of 230 days most of which spent by your side
minus the trip to the ocean
no one remembers who asked it
but the look of our faces said it all
a foreign thought from the day to day of one another
you are with out saying, without thought
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.