You kissed me

You kissed me

The lightest touch

A finely felt waft of air

Across my lips

Your sweet breath

Exciting my skin

Creating Goosebumps.

I wake up to you

Is this my life now?

How will I know

When this dream

Is only of you

And it is so

Much better

Than before,

When you were

Yet to be

A part of me.

Even the rain

Drumming

Against the window,

Beating rhythmically.

A symphony

On glass

Plays with my soul

As it

Reminds me

Of sleeping

Under the stars.

A bivouac in a field

Surrounded by sheep

And cloudbursts.

Sheltering beneath a canopy

Of chestnut trees,

Watching a cautious stoat

At first but curious,

Steal juicy fat grapes

From your picnic hamper

And scamper

Over your outstretched legs.

Making love sublime,

On a damp

Grassy bank

By an ice cold stream

Knowing it was

Always real,

More than a story,

Never a dream.