I’d want to extract the real you
Only to paint you in picture perfect
.
Where we fashionable picnic in a park
Then lay in each other’s arms, kissing
.
Near vast remote lakes to go camping
Skinny dipping in its sun warm waters
.
Spend half a morn picking wild flowers
And we’d sit beneath a tree laughing
.
Afternoon stroll along the beach
Planning to do absolutely nothing
.
Sit within each other’s bodily clutch
As evening breeze teases a campfire
.
Breakfast at dawn while under covers
Then you, in my long tail shirt, smiling
.
Day hikes, off to those silent summits
Where we breathe in pure unspoiled life
.
Long hand holding walks in the woods
As peelings of lived colors fall upon
.
Winter’s precursor to powder snowfall
Where we lay and make soul angels
.
Stroll in sporadic flakes of white ashes
Before long close nights of making love
.
Oh- if I was such a painter of loves magic
I’d dip myself in wine and get drunk on…us
.
Poet of the Light © 2020
Intoxication in its purest form — I’m not much of a camper but this scenario sounds too enticing.
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Life for two at its finest for sure… Thank you.
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I love the imagery you created here 💗
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Thank you, I’m glad you loved it so well…
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Beautiful ✨💛
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Thank you. I’m glad you found it that way.
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So very lyrical and poetic ❤
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Thanks, glad you liked it.
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You’re welcome.
Indeed I did
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Gorgeous as usual. You have a true talent for imagery.
Questions:
1) “within one another” – should this be “within one another’s”?
2) “breath” – should this be “breathe” (a verb, rather than a noun)?
3) “winters” or “winter’s”? and (same question, really) “loves” or “love’s”?
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I’ll have to review them, thank you.
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