Come with me
to the top of the hill.
Lets spend the whole day
eating pecorino Romano and honey,
wild raspberries and wood sorrel that I will pick for you.
We can sip chamomile and jasmine tea
beneath the overhanging canopy.  
I will not need any music other than your voice.
The exaltation of your presence under the sun,
the glint of your eye, as you recline in the shade,
the precious melody of your laughter,
these are all the miracles I will ever need.
We shall lie on the blankets I will bring,
and devour each other with our gazes.
And if the endless downpour of myriad pleasures fails
to satisfy us, we can make love in the open air.
As the sun cruises by over head, flitting behind the clouds
we will devour each other with our bodies,
covered in alternating bands of light and shadow,
we shall spend the day serving each other.
Pleasing each other. At the top of the hill,
beneath the sun and the trees,
come with me.