Trogdor the Chefinator

For you

A lazy sunny day in a park
blanket stretched out like a white raft on a sea of grass
her head resting on my shoulder as we gaze up at the trees and sky
an intimate quiet, no need to stumble over ungainly words
her hair smells like spring after the rain
our eyes meet and her face at once brightens into a smile
No pain, no anger, no past...just a smile in the park

posted by Chef @ 2/08/2006 01:26:00 PM