He'll think of her-
the graceful twists
her body would bend.
the passion of souls intertwined,
they would mold together,
young and permanent.

She'll dream of him-
the safe harbor
of his open arms,
curled within the curves of his spine.
close enough to smell the pine
of the nearby forest.

How long will it last?
they would ask
one another as the sun slowly rose.
as long as the leaves will fall,
and the rivers will flow
was their answer.