Laying underneath the canopy of summer trees
feeling the grass tickling the backs of my knees,
I could imagine that you are there with me,
floating with a blanket and pillow in the green sea
while music drifts on the warm breeze.
Accompanied by the cicada in the surrounding bliss,
keeping the world away from our abyss,
I could drink chianti in deliberate sips
and you might brush my moistened lips
with the barest whisper of a kiss.
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