every moment is bright lights

where were we
the day fireworks lit the sky.
leaving streamers of
smoke falling feather like
to earth.
when warm breath flowed
unheeded by expectation
and soft skin flushed

1 comment:

  1. feather-like explosions and softly flushing skin. This one does a good job reminding me of the calming comfort that accompanies anxiously falling in infatuation(love or w/e you poetic folk call it)!