Here come,
my moments.
My moments,
of pleasure.

Where i see you,
in the garden.
Chilling out
with the others.

As i absorb
your laughter
and smell
of the smokiness.
Of those,
roll ups.

I slowly,
inhale the
taste.
The taste
of what you
are tasting.
At that
moment.
That moment,
in time.

I connect.
I connect to.
Those brief moments,
of silent pleasure.
That keep
on filling,
my mind.

You looked,
so cool and natural.
In your white t-shirt
and your blue shorts.

I have imagined
many scenes,
in my mind.
For months,
upon months now.
My mind,
so full, of thoughts.

You are still,
a complete
mystery.
A complete
mystery, to me.
Filled,
with much,
complexity.
You’ve a
scottish feel,
of glee.

I love,
the idea
of you.
Of all
of your ...