Dancing amongst the dandelions,
my hands placed at your waist and
yours draped around my neck.
us? I keep imagining,
us, when I kissed you,
on your lip the way you liked,
us, when we swayed,
with everyone watching.
Then, there, I want it, again, now,
because baby, the universe dims,
galaxies contract, and life loses
all its pleasure when compared to you.
I want it.