His eyes crinkle in delight I step into his outstretched arms. Even though it’s a crisp chilly morning, I only feel the warmth of him and that delicious manly smell of him.

We are fresh free leaves springing through summer vines
Lively with colours of the inevitable
We are travelling histories branching out

I bloomed in the moonlight of your wake, I tilted towards your daylight sun, every breath of me sweeping through the wonderful country breeze. My roots drank…