like sipping a pipa in the sun

It's like sipping a pipa in the sun, and although the words have been said, I find it still so refreshing.

Refresh and again it's me, but this time I have proof that I was on stolen ground.
She sings to me stories that crack open mine and our hearts melt as we recognize the union.
Surrender.

We've been through war.
We never enlisted.

It caught me in wide-eyed confusion, 'is it me? Is it me?'

No dear one, It is not.

So dip down to the coolness of the deep blue.
I bend head back and laugh at the sky since in truth it is all perfect, and in truth i know it as pure.

And then little delights are peeping through now.

splendid day dreaming of an old love coming back into my life, opening to this new chapter, saying, 'wait, we missed each other before, but no, not this time, this time I want YOU'.

And I cried when you said you wished it could have been.

me too, me too.

But now I am stronger,
now I can say my truths.
Now I know sacred bounderies and I won't fuck this one up.

I want honesty.
I want fun.

We used to giggle with each other and you always made me laugh.

I'm intrigued and excited to have you back in my life, and I don't know why it is happening, I doubt you do either, but under the full moon in the venerable heat of the southern winds, our bodies will know.

Something to this tune: and I don't want to grow up, but maybe if I did, I'd want it to be full of laughs with you and sipping pipas till the sun sets.