On a silent day in June,
with all forms of life in bloom,
there was a knock at my door,
with the bright blue sky and sun,
there she was standing in my doorway.
A loving embrace,
a moment to taste,
the air thick with passion,
and loving distraction.
Bodies old once new,
to watch the sun,
glide through a Van Gogh blue,
now feelings of frolic and fun,
give way to the passions of life on the run.
Rolling to hold her body now gone,
as my eyes open wide I see,
the shape of things to come,
her body in the distance wild and free,
her instincts telling her to run from me,
there she was standing in the doorway.