Reid@YWP

A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch 

A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched 

Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue 

As we are both up in the cosmos

Both wearing dresses of silk and satin

We happen to bump into each other

I see in your eyes a vision

Of an entire galaxy as one

Cigarette smoke

Low in the air

Filling lungs along with the smell

Of fried things, that shouldn’t be fried

Screams fill the night, lit up with rides

Riiiiing riiiiing

Waking up to you

grinning down at me

your long, golden hair falling off your shoulders,

I close my eyes

block out your face with my hand