No.22

I remember you and the way you lie.
The scent of heat and pine.
I remember the warmth of your eyes
So brown and true I felt my heart would melt.
I fell in
Swallowed up by you.
I remember the broadness of your shoulders
The weight of your muscles
I remember the tickle of grass underneath my back.
The sun beams dancing through tree tops.
Near by a morning bird sings her hymn
And the breeze whispers my secrets.