wake early
breakfast (crusty bread with butter and marmalade)
tend to the garden and fences
kiss behind the woodpile
hike to the silo on the neighbor’s land to peek inside
walk to the cottonwood grove where we found the thing that might be an arrowhead
picnic in the cool shade (salad, berries, summer sausage and cheese)
fool around as the day slips past us
return home as slowly as possible, saying hello to every bush and critter
nap in the porch swing, holding hands
quiet reflection and idea-sharing
late dinner of whatever’s in the fridge
whiskey dessert
stargazing
kissing
loving
dreams
breakfast (crusty bread with butter and marmalade)
tend to the garden and fences
kiss behind the woodpile
hike to the silo on the neighbor’s land to peek inside
walk to the cottonwood grove where we found the thing that might be an arrowhead
picnic in the cool shade (salad, berries, summer sausage and cheese)
fool around as the day slips past us
return home as slowly as possible, saying hello to every bush and critter
nap in the porch swing, holding hands
quiet reflection and idea-sharing
late dinner of whatever’s in the fridge
whiskey dessert
stargazing
kissing
loving
dreams
*curtsey of Bon Iver's blog called Erotic Stories http://boniverotica.tumblr.com/
He just said it better than I could.
* le sigh
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