Naked on Cashmere

I took her hand,and my heart beat fastas her warmth swallowed me up.A thousand times I’d run this trailbut not with her.Her eyes were all that young love should be,and they lit me upin every look.We lay in shooting skiesand freckled stars, andpromised our love would last forever—and so in our foreverit wouldthere in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill,with silver moon riversand sailing ships.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com