Butterfly kiss, soft against my skin.
Promises.
Cyclone of feeling, enveloping not just me, but us.
Anticipation.
Honey-brown sunset eyes, on my green hazel.
Confessions.
Trips, itineraries, a thousand places to see.
Dreams.
A Valentine's Day idea, wrapped up with a perfect bow.
Hopes.
First step:
Come up with an idea
something you spiral
circulate around
carve your name and your life into a treble clef
what inspires you?
Second step:
Google note patterns
I talked with this third grader on the bus
she asked to see my watch face.
I showed her and said,
"this is me and my boyfriend at a concert we played
at the Flynn"
are you still in love?
The girls,
the little kids on the bus,
switching seats and grabbing friends and TALKING
loud and jarring
life is joy, to them,
life is play.
I want them to stay there.
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