There are two kinds of happy places in my head

Scene one is in summers

Scene two in the depths of winters

Here I am lying on the sand, near a beach

There I sit, in the fog next to a bonfire

Here, no clothes, just my skin and the wind

There, wrapped around in the arms of someone I love

Here, the sound of waves filling up my senses

There, the calming music of your breath

Here, the scent of water

There, the perfume of your skin

Here, the quiet bursting dance of being independent

There, the joy of never feeling alone again.