As My Arms With Yours

Another gentle whisper like the gum trees.

Another secret that keeps us living between us and them.

Once more, may we kiss you goodnight.

Please.

I beg. 

Another warm hug from your elegant embrace.

Branches run across my body, 

Shading me from this cruel world.

The heated sun.

The overcrowded meadows of lilies and daisies.

Can I braid your hair?

Your curly ends with blonde from the roots.

Entangled by strands of grasses and weeds.

Twirling for my amusement she claps.

Running her fingers through the loose flyaways.

Tell me again.

The story of how they met.

Watching the melting colours turn into a sunset,

Their lips ever so slightly touching.

As we point at them, gazing at the stars.