By the lake,
your warmth tore down my walls
before a hand even laid on my shoulder.
With the trickle of a stream, you
unknowingly surrendered yourself to me,
wholly.
Stars hid from the cold night sky
in the warmth of your eyes.
That night of weed-soaked whispers
waltzed into months of full-time fantasy,
and still daily I'm left breathless by you.
