closed your eyes & I imagined
how You felt;  the itch of the sun,
the thirsty breeze & My sating gaze

You looked so beautiful  ,  then  ,
quenched by    love & wanting,
flowered&budding a new meaning
of what it is to just Be,so perfectly

vashti bunyan, i am rocked/
/fluting free to Her melody

You put the kiss in kismetly,
it is My reassurance of fate/
/destiny/She's/loves always
for                                      Me,

arthur russell, falling in sea
soundscape//spacelike in 4D

I ask You,please,fall into Me
& pluck at my heart like a cello
Please,in C,fall into Love & Me

"no overthinking",what about
       understanding
the echoing pines of this hill
                             side landing?

We are a picnic,My Love,of
flowers&leaves,,    We taste
of green heaven   through
    tongues   &   teeth;

it is always You,though,
       always the same
dream of Us,         in Love,      
         again & again

I am not overthinking,thinking
   of We,      I believe in
spring romance, in
              growing pinetrees

let us return to nature,    not
   think with Our head,  choose
Your heart,use Love,
come & lie      in the flowerbed

where You danced, it was
not on the     doorsteps
of this

            space
    
  but on the lowhum,glowing
grass of somewhere far
  more real...

ethereal,the walls harp
in operatic glee,
                            the angels
walk like You & twirl
                     & twirl
                  & twirl

   ,they are dizzy with Love
& they fall, to line the floor
                          for You

(wood pigeon,cooing Me
  its therapy                      )

You are a little bow,tied
around My fingerstems.

You fit there well, You &
a loveline, straight to Me.