She wears my camo hat &
my side knife on her leather belt.
A ribbon is worn in her hair & she likes denim jeans.
She loves patchouili & makes her own herbal soap.
We walk on the crystal sand & write our names in the surf.
She makes recipes from scratch & uses spices.
She's from the city & we sleep in the country.
We light candles in circles & burn strong incense.
We share intimate sensual-things & sleep 'till past midday.
We kiss each other sweetly & whisper nothings.
We do not know the day nor the month
& it does not really matter.