paul, i had a dream that we were flying through the sky

naked. we landed in a vast green field. the blades of grass kissed us

and you kissed me in the never-ending green. you painted my body

with your hand. we found love in a box of pastels. i want to sketch the

frame but let you finish the details, but you are shy and your boyish

blue eyes dart swiftly from my eyes to the ground. so you leave the

canvas blank.