spending our days this week in a cabin on san juan island, among the hummingbirds, bees and trees, taking only outdoor showers in the woods, spending starry evenings in a hot tub, grilling dinners on the beach or cooking shepherd’s pie with all the cabin doors and windows wide open, drinking red wine and watching a very golden moon rise next to mt baker across the water later and later each night.
i’ll dream you up in a big fat cloud of wishes come true…
i’ll bathe in your deliciousness.
forever, my darling. my sweet sugar pie. let’s dance under moonlight, kiss in the rain, pinky promise and cross our hearts. intertwine our fingers, hand holding and strolling side-by-side. let’s picnic in fields of sweet-smelling wild flowers and watch the setting sun throw pinks across the pastel sky as it slowly disappears behind the rolling hills.
i’ll fall gently to sleep in the nook of your shoulder, your arm around me, your fingers sweeping across my skin. oh boy, will my dreams be sweet.
my loving heart.