Warm days faded
into cold nights
Our breath mingled
As our skin touched
Sparks were flying
As fire bloomed above our heads
Arms held me tight
As each shot rang through the air
Dogs howled and hid
While children stared in awe
Soft pecks on the lips
With teasing bites thrown in
Silver exploded into the night
Red following with blue mixed in just right
Swirling patterns are chased
By colors that fall like rain in April
Pauses grow longer
The popping gets louder
The end is near
And the sky lights up
with astonishing colors
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
