Warmth

The tinkering of sweet rain falling.

The dry summer smell,
of that breeze calling.

Late star gazing,
under warm filled nights.

Great long term lack
of those, heavy fights and flights.

Away are we,
in all unwelcome and deathly lies.

Simple love,
in all forms and free highs.

Pure liquid sunshine,
forged from two bona fide lovers.

Drunk off one another.
Nature's wine, has our hearts' a flutter.

The neverending yearning for
your matched and light lips.

And such amazing butterflies,
with back and forth gentle quips.

Your never forgetting
protector arms around me.

Always messaging me
love letters and notes, subliminally.