A deep valley stands before us.
Surrounding trees rustle their leaves.

A crisp fall wind carrying desires blows gently.
The cold wind caresses my fair skin.

The long plains grass moves
to a rhythmic beat unheard.

You lean in,
with your hands wrapped snug around my waist.
You whisper in
my ear sweet promises and say one day this will be ours.

so close you are,
I feel the heat of your breath against my neck.
so close you are,
I sense the longing in your steps.

I close my eyes.
You squeeze me tight.
I lean back into you,
as we watch the fading light.

A sun sets behind the trees,
as silence fills the coming dark.

And yet so much is said,
by the closeness of our bodies,
by the way you caress my cheek,
by the way your hands are relaxed,
like holding a fragile peach.