The air was warm and
there was something intoxicating,
whispering,
calling us into the night.
We were tugged,
barefoot and
dancing,
to the shore.
Golden light and
golden horns
pulled us in,
sandy-footed,
wide-eyed,
waiting.
All the ferociousness of lightning
somehow gentle.
Is this the essence of a woman?
A personal light show?
The earth exploded and
the sky was bright.
Fireworks,
just for us.
Laughter.
Sudden calm.
New realms.
Clarity, confusion.
The sea washed to shore toward us
even though it didn’t make sense.
The wind hugged us,
tangible like silk,
the water was soft.
How is water soft?
Boats lit up,
just for us.
A couple doing the salsa
by the light of the moon.
We stepped through a picture frame, and
I know that seems like a metaphor,
well,
maybe it was.
I wanted to kiss you.
You drove me home.