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