Drinking in the long summer days
that seem ever shorter than usual
I long to be near you and taste your
sweet pillow soft lips again & again

My fingers fall gracefully through
your wind kissed hair as we lock
eyes and I JONES for a meaningful
connecting that only we can share

If I've fallen, then getting up isn't
an option as the jump in claimed
me at the onset and looking back
would diminish what is to come.