Hand in Hand

I would construct the pyramids for you if gestures were powerful wonders.
They would be as big and majestic as the universe,
telling extravagant star stories.

And it would just be us.

We would make connections in our hearts.
Long after dusk, amid the allure of the night.
and analyze our thoughts.

We would sing our tunes and dance like puppies.
like the immature kids that we are.
We would travel on the same frequency
celebrate our immorality

We would inhale nostalgic winds.
vivid recollections being relived

Winds of nostalgia would blow over us.
recalling vivid memories.

We would chuckle together.
Play some rock & roll,
smog, the northern lights, and unending joys
Music, however, resonates with our souls.

We would nod off.
transferring gifts and body heat.

We'd fantasize about a love story.
till our next meeting.

And it would just be you and I.