the lovers are naked,
but not exposed.

a simple Kiss,
so lovely and almost innocent,
layed on her cheek instead of lips.

they try with absolute and perfect effort,
to be as close as they can.
melting into each other’s fulfilled bodies,
they feel as one.

they tried to make it to the meadow,
but were over eager,
and so unable to resist each other
that even three extra steps
would have been too far.
instead they lay down atop the soft soil
and give in to their lust.

his mind works in shapes, patterns,
and hers in endless circles.
when combined, however,
they create something more than lust, for
the feelings they share
are those of beauty,
not comparable to simple animalistic desire,
but instead, ethereal perfection.

and perhaps, instead of red,
yellow is the color of their hearts.
but, of course, there’s nothing wrong with being
a little different
            when you’re in love.