Crystal shimmers, barely there ripples
The deepness of dark welcomes silvery moonlight
Cliche?
This is my fantasy, and there’s no breeze
Water, still as stone
Leaves, lightly breathing
The ground dry, still warm from the sun
You lay with me
I wait for your voice to relax as I run my fingers through grass
My mind isn’t as interesting as yours
And despite it being my fantasy, reality remains
I can’t articulate myself as well as you
I’m afraid of opening completely
Though your candidness intrigues me
It’s all simplicity and complexity