Whether The Weather...?

I, not knowing then that you would be my now walked by your house for years before the years brought us together as if our paths were blown together by the weather chasing after your wind-snatched hat bring it back tamed in my hand to be tamed in turn by your smile & the touch of your hand as I give it reluctantly back unwilling to let go of your fingertips our laughter lost in a flock of leaves throwing themselves against our bodies and Time (that took its time) seemed now in a hurry. We now forever comfortable with this intimacy your breath stroking my face with its thank you. All as if weather & leaves had conspired to bring us together our voices naked with desire our footsteps & shadows so soon mingling into one.