"no overthinking",what about
understanding
the echoing pines of this hill
side landing?
We are a picnic,My Love,of
flowers&leaves,, We taste
of green heaven through
tongues & teeth;
it is always You, though
always the same
dream of Us, in Love,
again & again
I am not overthinking,thinking
of We, I believe in
spring romance, in
growing pinetrees
let us return to nature, not
think with Our head, choose
Your heart,use Love,
come & lie in the flowerbed
as We are in rhyming with the universe x