on a trellis curled over branches
thinning, plucked by him and given to me
I caressed, and wondered something shyly
long was lost in thought of past romances
drawn to memories of our shared glances
In the garden I had dreamt, wistfully
of him with whom I would together be
And settled, wishing for deeper trances
You are beside me here, in this that place
Woven of our closeness, gathered in sleep
On dewey grass, you are so near to me
I watch the stars, and comfort in your weight