Sunday, June 13, 2010

It matters not

It matters not where we shall meet
in a field or forest deep.
It matters not the time of day
morning sun or nighttime gray.

Perhaps we'll meet upon a beach
mingling skin of tan and peach.
Or in a castle dungeon dark
where hungry lips do leave their mark.

We could share the best of moods
you and me; a pair of nudes.
Sliding down a fall of blue
rolling in the morning dew.

It matters not where we shall meet
in a field or forest deep.
It matters not the time of day.
Time will slow as if at bay.