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.
