For every moment,
every beat,
I dream of the day
of true love.
How every muscle in my body
clinches, when I see your face.
The only sound I hear is the whipping of the vines,
but what I imagine them to be is the sweat embrace of your arms around my body.
your arms are holding me,
caressing me,
and making sure I am safe,
from all the whipping of the vines