The snow curls around my pink pinky toe.
His shaggy hair bobs across his forehead.
His voice a structure looming in my atmosphere.
We utter a couple words.
I notice his hand tapping out a song against my knee.
The snowflakes form constellations on his fur coat.
Sitting in an igloo of my ideas.
Hardly cold because his warmth circulates my blood.
I’ll miss him when I awake.
For right now we’re in the Alps.
For right now we’re lovers sitting against the snow.
A little while ago I was sitting beach side.
The sand curling around my pinky toe.
Blue waters directing the sun to sprinkle dazzling affects in his eyes.
I notice his lips humming out a tune.
I wonder if it is yesterday.
We’re snuggled up in a sand castle of the past.
Tropical drops not the culprit of my shivers.
I’ll miss our paradise when I awake.
For right now we’re in the Bahamas.
For right now we’re lovers sitting against the sand.
A couple days before we were sitting upon a studio’s floor.
The carpet curling around my pinky toe.
Music fluttering through speakers.
I noticed his long fingers batting the piano keys.
I let it all be.
We’re seated amongst a room of pure art.
Octaves not the reason my heart jumps.
I’ll miss our creations when I awake.
For right now we’re in Abbey Road.
For right now we’re lovers sitting against the album.
And tomorrow we will be back.
We will be back.
We will be the lovers of a dream.
Created: Jul 21, 2010Document Media