We were encompassed by it.
swallowed up by those
pinks and oranges and purples
december's sunrise:
a mosaic of pastel tiles
strewn masterfully across the sky.
Clouds stretched, and were whisked
like meringue over the horizon
your face eliciting
the feeling of floating
of meandering through the
space, too vast, in between us.
Eyes are fixed on the road ahead
glassy orbs, like marbles
shining blue in the pale light, I
could get lost in those.
I think I'm lost in those.
Intakes of breath are
held, frozen, preserved
like polaroid pictures
tacked to a cork board, or
neon glimpses, gone in an instant;
so fleeting,
so thin.
It's almost like I'm afraid to breath out
push of life from cherry lips could
stir the atmosphere, could
change the moment, and I don't
ever want to change
this moment.
Silence broken only by the radio,
captivator, mesmerizer, you
entice these yellow tulip eyes
unwilted, undefined exaltation
like first glimpse of fallen snow or
the color green.
Everything about you is a rapture.
Everything about you, a reminder:
Love hurts.
