Although I knew it was coming

Hard and fast

It still hit me

With the pounding resonance of a skipping stone across silent waters

And

If the butterflies could sting with quill tips

And flood my belly with honey lava

The blue butane flame could tear through my veins

And pink my cheeks

And burst my pupils into fireflies of

Chords in Major 7 painted out on nylon strings

You swelled me tight with buttered scotch

And spiced cider

And told me straight

I would taste the notes of those

Three intoxicating words

Every single moment of

Every single day

For the rest of

Our Life

Eyes pinning 

my face

one second

past polite

words slicing

cool air

removed from

unknown context

are pills

I swallow

without knowing

how they

will taste

Like a summer fling, the sun stopped flirting and left without saying goodbye. The dark sauntered back to town, beautiful and unforgiving. With it came the green glow on the cold nights. At first I ignored its temptations and clung to the comfort of my cabin, the warmth of my wood stove. But one clear night, I heard the subtle green glow singing to me. I stepped into the dark and listened for its song. I followed its hum and when I found it, the green glow was dancing. I leaned against the boulders, watching, too entranced to interrupt. It stole the sky and shined bright. Realizing it was no longer alone it reached out to my childlike wonder, inviting me to join. It had been too long since we enjoyed one another’s company and so we danced, we jumped, we whistled and hollered. I laughed, it smiled its purple grin, and I was embraced by a hug from the lights. 

With my fingers, I feel soft, worn denim jeans.

With my ears, I hear waves crashing, rain pounding my window.

With my nose, I smell the air of a crisp, winter breeze.

With my tongue, I taste a waterfall.

With my eyes, I see the ocean, sky, and my own eyes in their beautiful blue-grey.