we'll spend balmy afternoons
with a breeze sifting through bamboo covered windows
in the kitchen where a ceiling fan lightly rattles
and laugh softly while making cherry apple pies

we'll sit in comfortable silence
each night over a plate carefully prepared
by both and playfully shared... by both
a barely contained smile tightening
our lips as we chew
the occasional giggle between us
as a ceiling fan lightly rattles

we'll lay on a futon that we've carelessly
placed on the balcony facing
a giant tree furred with big leaves
that softly rustle in the fingers of a breeze
watching the world around us
kissed with the golden heat
of another day drifting quietly
into yesterday

you'll wrap your arms around me
and I'll lean languidly against your solid chest as
your fingers sift through my sun-warmed hair
your breath kissing my cheek humbly and
we'll bath in the golden heat
of the promise of many tomorrows
and dream of cherry apple pies

the world will shift
my life will become more
than the day-to-day struggle
my sweetest anticipation
will be returning to your arms
and your loving lips night after
night as the world outside shifts
and all we'll know are ceiling fans
that lightly rattle and the sweet taste
of cherry apple kisses.