Dirty Leaves

i want to fall
and run far
far away from it all
then fall--
once more
into your open arms

i want to get lost
and be found again
get lost,
go around and then--
stop,
when i feel the warmth of your hands

and your touch--
it's almost too much
i'm dizzy
and spinning
thinking,
your touch
is just like being kissed by the sun

and it's just us
in the middle of nowhere
our private playground of somewhere
us--
with no room for worry or sorrow
i can and will do that tomorrow
while i'm picking the dirty leaves out of my hair