Snivels

I dream of bamboo
growing from the empty pots
it is something new.

Her soft hand touches
my hand caresses her too
lips interwoven

The sky it turns blue
green sprouts they are reaching up
from ground to the sky

it is something new
sprouting form a random act
a friendship it grew

a friendship so new
they slowly get to know what
the other is like

through traveling notes
two thousand thirty five miles
they send their x o's

Thirty four hours
is all it would take for them
to know how they taste.