On soft scented grass we laid
upon a late sunset's alcove.
As we lay bloated with new born hope
taken from those sweet spring wishes.
In summers height
underneath your advances.
You kissed such fragile areas,
as I blushed relucent sparks.
On one knee I met you in autumn,
our faces flushed with euphoric spunk.
Leaf patterns fell at our feet,
fading blossom of summer.
The hearth bilged fire,
sweeping cold joints away.
And we could only keep looking,
to happier times.