Camouflaged against the orange and purple sunset,
we counted winking stars that swayed between branches
in the smiling shadows of a flourishing summer’s night.
Laying still there on our damp mattress of grass
we etched Leonardo’s futuristic flying machines,
making connections amidst shared whispered revelations
that no civilized ruffian would ever hear,
feeding on the excitement of blind touch.
we counted winking stars that swayed between branches
in the smiling shadows of a flourishing summer’s night.
Laying still there on our damp mattress of grass
we etched Leonardo’s futuristic flying machines,
making connections amidst shared whispered revelations
that no civilized ruffian would ever hear,
feeding on the excitement of blind touch.
