whole     

While desolate clouds gently

Slip into tomorrow

    Our mouths meet

 For what seems like

The first time

Pick dandelions to

Make      Wishes

Only

to camouflage

Sunken feelings

     And aromas

The wicked wind

Rubs against nostalgic

Impressions

Sparking tongues to

Touch the FULL MOON

I love you

  Plus ten years