yoga & bike rides in the sun
or by the lake, learning from the lush breeze.
The smell of wet hay & smoke as your bike wheels skid on the leaves.
Above us evergreens and bare branches fall in love.
Your dragon breath, like a new mist.
& read books about young love & New York Poets
Who smoke cigarettes & eat waffles stacked with jam & maple syrup.
Who only see the night time,
the star sheets & the high rise.