A feverish tickle at the nape of my neck
reminded me when you placed flowers in my hair
an unlikely choice of amethyst wisteria
cascading down my bare shoulders
we threw caution to the wind & laughed at the world
our intimate secrets never to be shared
now, whenever the winds blow
i imagine you standing there
stroking my locks, kissing me subtlety
whispering unto my ear,
    'the mysteries of the univese were our's to keep'
as our wistful worlds collided under moonlit tears