When did you last lay in breezy orchards,
naked, sunshine glazing your curves in amber,
heaped between fallen apples, tickled by alfalfa,
peeking through a tangle of someone else's hair.
When did you last lay beneath starry sky,
afloat in empty fields, grain waving like oceans do
peering above, your vision consumed by an expanse of stars,
two bodies shivering under one blanket.
When did you last hold your breath,
struggling to slow time in that one aging moment
and you would gladly let the world grow old without you.
Freeze.
Still.
Forever.
Just five more minutes.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
When did you last lay in breezy orchards,
naked, sunshine glazing your curves in amber,
heaped between fallen apples, tickled by alfalfa,
peeking through a tangle of someone else's hair.
When did you last lay beneath starry sky,
afloat in empty fields, grain waving like oceans do
peering above, your vision consumed by an expanse of stars,
two bodies shivering under one blanket.
When did you last hold your breath,
struggling to slow time in that one aging moment
and you would gladly let the world grow old without you.
Freeze.
Still.
Forever.
Just five more minutes.
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