Will you love me
When the grapes dissolve over the vineyard,
When the feast of summer is all but a distant memory
When little hands and feet will no longer fiddle and patter
Sunsets, no longer blood-red, melt into sleep
And pallid dawns into unawareness
Will you love me when we listen to each other's heart
For the beat rather than the sigh
When landscapes are as familiar as creases
On one's resting pillow
Will you?
locomotivation
lovely.. X