Love Castle

Imagine, you and me, in a courtyard of aged stone where the ivy crawls in twisted ways can we remain, yet in contact no thought makes me happier. Covering the brick, is green hair, a marble carving candles glowing bright, lights up the entire courtyard your fingers softly and gently clasping mine we could be touching then. Since meeting you, I'm lost in the circadian rhythm of you chattering to one another about simple things I hold that memory in my mind.