We sit under the tree of forgotten love

sharing strawberries from each others mouths

breaking the chains of loneliness

finding life once again


The substance of our liberation

is this love we have not known

but now under the tree of love

our dreams will become a reality


From the tree white and pink petals fall

as we give each over, our all

oh the strawberries taste good

so good from your wanton lips


The light through the flickering leaves

does dance on your face

making wonderment to your sweet complexion

I know this is the love we both need


No Clouds in our eyes

as we write poetry unbridled

making love in words true

as you make love to me

I do make love to you



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris