saunter over and step with me,
as the grass somehow grows green again
while we're vapid about sinking into this skin.
a weight of a bed
that's still hidden somewhere within
the walls of subconcious.
of dreams i've dreamed,
the sweetest alaways seemed
those that kept still and wondered
at what the world could still deliver.
unharmed,
and awake,
the way we seemed to first engage.
so sample lips that taste of firsts,
kisses of lingering laughing kids
we remain for a while.