Grass

It is wrapped in good intentions that we lay spent and folded against the rising dawn.
We listen to birds and count the cars that pass by our slice of heaven drifting in and out of sleep,
Kissing to punctuate sentences while music drifts around us, carried out by our heaving chests .
Amused by how quaintly we fit together;
You being the distance from the ugly reality I so desperately need—
And I being the connection to the divine you lost some years ago—
Our fingertips drag against sweaty skin and push through soiled hair.
If it isn’t love that we have found then I relinquish my right to hope.
Cause as the sun rises and her light dances across your face,
I promise you my darling; there is no greener grass than your eyes looking into mine.