Arms outstretched as if in prayer
tendrils intertwine in delightful chaos.
We have grown wise and old through the years
like the live oak by the river.
Remember how we used to picnic
‘neath her canopy in the summertime
and make love in the evening gloaming protected from view.
The quiet sentinel always willing to keep our secret.
Head resting in your lap as you absentmindedly
ran delicate fingers through my hair.
Feelings of freedom and security, wind rustled leaves
entranced us with hypnotic rhythms.