we can meet where the green grass grows.

the evening air, is so crisp and so delicate.

we can meet under the old pear tree.

where we can dance and sing together.

we can hold hands like the night will

never end. your hands, smooth like

silk, your hands tell me you've been

here long. the evening with slowly

turn a shade darker than Jupiter and

our wine glasses will be full. we 

can pick the flowers together, run 

in our bare feet. we are the only 

two who exist. we can swim in the

river, no clothes, just you and i. 

together our feet touch the bottom

while our legs intertwine, like roots

and like vines. our heads bob above 

the glass like river. the pink moon 

shines just enough to be able to see 

your green eyes. baby lightening 

bugs gather round, just to see us

humans kiss in the pink moon 

river.