You found me asleep in the garden, and kissed me awake with sunshine on your lips.
You laughed as you brushed the crepe myrtle from my arms,
and the sound was like a forest sighing to the rain.
The dew that clung to your eyelashes reflected all the colors in your hair
as you drew me closer
to whisper stories of feral beauty.
We sat in clover together to while away the hours that gurgled past with the creek water,
leaving our reality suspended on a spiderweb left out to dry in the breeze.
And when those hours ran out, I recoiled into a den of wool and hot chocolate, while you
you found your home among the crepe myrtle
where you'll sleep
until the sun kisses you awake.