Dream Day

We shared glittered eyes in flowering leaves, sauntering about the country side like vagrants without pretenses, sharing a bottle of wine that slowly ran dry, our spirits became fountains pouring into an idle time, and when lunch time arrived I nursed your shoulders like an exquisite tapestry. We soaked in leisurely talks from insensible dreams to confessions of fear, we casted spells into the sky and built a bonfire bound by morning papers, burning our poetry in the laces of a hot afternoon. We committed the atrocity of enjoying a whimsical stream, our pockets flooded from our clothed submersion, then we continued on in no particular direction. At dusk, distant demons began howling as we rested in a wheat field. Suddenly you felt a spider crawl across your cheek, and I sacrificed its body to your comfort. You smiled as I tried secretly setting it free by a nearby tree, pretending to be none the wiser. As the stars came out quivering and bleeding on us, we were exhausted and beautiful, rubbing our toes in midnight dew. The tameness of our sleep delighted us in the morning, we brushed ourselves off and sauntered off, heading in home's direction.