all alll alllll of Xanadu

and then i wake up
surrounded enveloped and loved
wrapped in the warm tendrils of that
after feeling. Remembering the closeness
So extreme that i feel the tingling again.
And he stirs, slipping a hand over my stomach,
nurturing the tender crops he had sown.
still again and the tree bloom
the petals fall, soft like snow
and even drift against our body, small white
blanketing us against time life anything
the warm wind of him blows over the field
of my skin, cold to the touch, but still.
The silence weighs on us, the final
coverlet to the bed of our love. Heads
lost in our living dream, finally come true
Never again forgotten when we awake
rubbing sleep from each others eyes
Sunshine smiles melt to kisses. The
green grass soft and deep, plush like
velvet reserved for queens. The petals drifting
amid the soft gown of the grass, the sky
orange, or pink or blue, either’s unnoticed
But the trees, shady and tall, and
green (oh so green) alive with vitality
a light warm wind blows through my hair
and we walk, my small hand in his, forever
side by side through our Xanadu