I want to roam in a field of tall wheat coloured grass in a sun dress and pick blackberries and have a purple tongue and kiss you with it.
Down by the river I shall bathe in the water, you will wait on the grass bank ready to wrap me in a blanket and stroke my hair. I shall pick you wild flowers of pink, purple & yellow. Our fingers entwine like the branches of fir trees above our heads, sunburnt love.
With purple lips, thorns in our toes, we will wander until the night sky tosses the southern cross in to view and we take each others breath away
paulapavlovaluva 