Like dandelion seeds, submissible to the wind
Floating where the changing tides of rupturing foliage takes me
Clacking cherry leaves deafens out both our sanities
Muffling the whispers of my conscience, tugging at my heartstrings.
I’m shaded underneath all this greenery, my overbearing lascivious passion
My want for something more, these harmlessly dangerous past times.
Failing to land on my cushions,
Flailing I land on your limbs beneath me.
Euphorically carefree, for that moment
For in that instance, my mores were closed behind these crimson curtains
At once I am at liberty, cashing in delightful subscriptions to your soft skin
Forgetting the time to Norah Jones tunes we're playing
Such proliferating fairies, each note, they keep us coming in synchrony
As long as we’re all drawn out, the hymns, our rhythm.
Please don't stop this music. Your tunes - they're so relaxing.