honey glazed nights

11

i was sitting under an autumn struck tree
amber leaves falling over my frame dressed in black
as they covered my reading self
like the coat i wore for the leaves to be proud.
your head lay on my shoulder gently
with you lying with your legs outstretched like mine,
wearing that navy i loved seeing contrast on my skin
but loved it more when the colour was yours.

you kept that stupid device down on the dry grass
that takes you attention bearing my name off me at times.

laughter spilled within me of surprise,
a light jump exaggerated by my body,
as your hands traveled over spots on my skin
that had me giggling in laughter beneath you in seconds.
a sudden annoyance and lightheadedness filled me
my heart screamed oxymoron of hated love at you
as i picked my novel of the day
and hit you to see you fall on the grass beside me
laughing in honey sweetness at my (expected) reaction.

i had this thought as i looked at you
laughing with symphonies of happiness,
the world be damned,
this is what my future holds.

for baby,
dreams are meant to be lived
for they hold keys to our future
of sheer happiness.