Almost
As if you could come so swiftly unnoticed like butterflies tapping wild flowers with soft yellow wings. Appearing before me quietly while morning mist curls through coolness of mint-green spring. You walking over roads through fields where tree shadows make heavy slants against the sun. As alive as day...saying my name... filling me up with the taste of you... kissing my mouth awake again. By touch and whisper how we would imitate long leaves weaving, undulating and finally surrendering to silence.