Surf recedes in shades of pink. Mandolin cries faint and low. A warm embrace, a song we know. Rest your head, holding tight. Moving as one by candle light.
Bodies sway with gentle sighs.
Reflections play in loving eyes. Like petaled stem from virgin seed. A soft caress like summer s breeze. Against the walls and window panes, our shadows play like summer rain. Evening passes, music fades.