miles and miles

miles and miles

longing for 
 a touch
 a brush
of your sweet skin

longing for
 the beat
of your strong heart.

longing for 
 a breath 
of your scent.

lips on lips
 bodies collide
 hands intertwine

together once again.

we lay in a field of flowers
 swaying in the wind
 telling us where to go
 and where we’ve been.