A place lost to us is found again,
beneath the blossoming cherries and rhododendrons.
Your breath is warm upon my neck,
as our eyes linger upon the sunset.
These are the times I dare to wonder,
why are we together, why is this not over?
But your fingers pull my chin toward your gaze,
and your words soothe my uncertain haze.
The crimson silk robe clings barely to your chest,
like a wave trying and failing to meet its crest.
You smile as i finger the parting on your robe,
your lips meet mine and this we hold until the sun sinks and the night grow cold.
I want you to see how much i love you,
when i say things that are so true,
like how beautiful you are,
when your face is against the backdrop of stars.
Its your love I carry so far,
its reaches keeps my door ajar.
My defenses down,
your offense is resound,
I am yours.
My hope and love for you is abound.