Ah the forests
With their trees
Could be for us
Dark canopies
Spotted with stars.
They could be ours
To sleep beneath
Or make love for hours.
The sandy beach
The quiet one
Where no eyes reach
But our own.
Lonely places,
Where we may escape
And free our faces,
Those expressive slaves.
And in a wave beside the shore
We may hold hands in the roar
Of the waves crashing against the land
And love each other despite our mores.
And all our cares
May like weak knots loosen
And everything, in love, we dare to bear;
For love, by love, chosen.
Wake me in the morning.
Tell me to
Love you.
We can awake each morning
And look into each other's eyes,
Holding each other's warm bodies close,
And letting out soft knowing sighs.
And we can stand close together,
Beneath hot water in the shower
And press our warm lips together,
And with our bodies, each other's embower.
And we can walk during the day
On hot boardwalks beside the bay.
And we can hold each other's hand,
Or in the cool shady sand lay.
And when dusk comes we will be
Sitting beneath the old oak tree
With it's ancient branches spreading above
In love, and we don't pay the fee.
And at night we sit beneath that tree
Which shelters us, this leafy lee,
Black silhouettes of leafy branches move above,
Tossed by the wind across a starry sea.
And I, average poet that I am,
Try to relate your beauty to immeasurable sands,
And forbidden fruit,
And secret beautiful magical lands.
But all the while my words are vain,
For I know in myself such analogies stain
A beauty which they can only weakly attempt
With all their essence to explain.
And you, lovely soul that you are,
Know better than I the contents of my heart,
And press a finger to my lips
So as not the moment of passion to mar.
And we will live in each other's eyes
And sleep in each the other defies
And whisper words we will not
But simply let out soft knowing knowing sighs.
Beneath the trees,
Beneath the sky.
Wake me in the morning and tell me to love you.
