I'll walk to you some pretty day,  
the birds will swoop          
we’ll peck in the hay.            
Like needles, we’ll lay, with touching feet
To the hum in the grass.
Tracing ******* down the soft of my spine
And over my ***:
“I've got you”.
My hair will sleep across your cheek,
weaving the crevice of your lips
wandering you.
And then
silently
eyes fixed
finitely;
i'll help with socks as I had before,
you’ll re-knot laces
We’ll kiss once more.
We'll follow the sun
Jump from the bails,
We’ll hail to them both
And to our love
Never un-done
Never re-fail.
But as night falls
And spring is lost;
I’m sad
I’m hopeless
Like a needle is
Tossed.