before nights were long and i suffered the quiet of autumn

with smiles of sour apple red and dual blushed cheeks

wet grass tickled the soles of our feet in a strange rhythym

as we slow danced with denim and velvet rubbing together

our hands moving to feel heartbeats through thin soft cottons

in the barn down the road sang the music of blackbirds

where wings were guitars of a fluttering operetta

and i snuggled within the black wilds of your chest

while i closed my eyes and pretended  i didn't see you leave

when the music stopped and the rooster sounded morning

relax into me and wander into being desired for awhile

pleasure frail as a robin's egg in the palm of my hand

opened out to you and the nest built from leftover threads

the things snipped off in other lives we live in by day

here where we rent happiness and reddest passions

this weathered blue barn by the mountainsides of distance

rolls by on the clouds with a thunderclap's insistence

to remind me of moments scratched into our destinations

it is a road we have travelled though never two looking

but to stumble upon tumbleweeds of longing's creations

a heart that is wrapped in a plain box with a bow made of twine

and the paper wrapped around it is tattered and brown

and it was of free will that i shared its opening with you

when the night settled in wearing a gown of pierced starshine

and the moon hung low above the barns we once knew