Oh ,its been a long time

 Under the night sky, with over a hundred stars and constellations, over a comfy blanket, 

I wish to wound you in rhyming, and grace in my soul.

Running through meadows, lingering over your fingers 

Crushing the berries in your lips, running my cheeks over your forehead,

To our endless conversations. I etch you in my soul 

To find you in another time, in another soul.