Her nose brushed mine
Butterfly kisses.
Her hair was pink,
Turned into a hummingbird.
We stood by the water you were there too.
We were sitting on steps. Piano was playing.
Sparkling.
She was so beautiful.
Tattoo on her shoulder danced in the sunlight.
If I had stayed we would have gotten on a boat.
Hair dances, I think she did too.
Didn’t say a word. Words aren’t everything,
I say.
It was a moment short and calm, porcelain and strong.
Sparkling.
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