Sunday, January 6, 2013

We, on that night.

I remember
that beautiful night
on the tall grass field
under a cupola of dancing stars
we lay there on our back.
Small giggles and laughter
seems so loud
breaking the screaming silent
reaching the dark purple sky
tinged with faint pink

Your mellifluous voice
humming in my ears
Your velvety hand,
As it touches my sun damaged skin
Did you felt it, like I did?
Blood burning beneath your skin?
Adrenaline rushes to spinal,
leaving you in stillness

Those moments
in the tall grass field
like a raindrop in the dessert
too beautiful,
too little,
and too quickly gone

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