THINGS THAT MATTER
Reddish brown hair hanging in his face
So revealing
The smell of hair
So intoxicating
On long walks through isolated apple orchards
Soft voices carried by a calm breeze
Soft eyes lit with the falling sun
Black beginning to mix with the blue overhead
Then
A heartbeat later, then
Rolling together
Clothes
Strewn haphazardly
In front of the small fire
The blue overhead
Now a pleasant memory
As stars look on
With bright quiet smiles
The cold
Comforting
As they hold to each other
Comfort each other
Love one another
It began simply enough
With a simple question
Now
It is firmly imprinted
Firmly imprinted amidst the fleeting and flying
Important and unimportant
Days and possessions of our lives
Now…
It is forever