That day we talked and laughed
and felt as humans do, the magic alive, a glorious afternoon on a street
filled with gladness where voices wed
in unison and the gods dealt liberally with brightness and brio, memories sprung in the August sun, spun afresh on the altar of affection. My words tumbling like confetti onto your beckoning palms. Sliding into night,
aromas danced in a wholesome blend and I knelt in awe at your poise and unchained elegance. Promises linger
in the meeting of tongues, the sky ablaze with whispering fragments, wounds rendered whole, the welcoming arms, a holy melt.