you moved yourself a mountain of words
leaving trails of dirt behind the backs of
sunday morning hand washings
i stood in the sun watching your back
break through the leaves of newly formed trees
basking in the glow of an undecided rainbow
we met in the afternoon
a compromise of night time pleasures
and early morning sunrises
and we slept through the winter months
till we could no longer recognize
the smell of snow
we grew on coffee beans
and stored away the vacant dreams
for someone else to find them
ate the spring time rain
and lived in trees shaped like the arms
of two lovers embracing

we were free then