Pink and white, her dress.
She saved the whole year.
Our night on the knife edge;
Childhood to what is to come.
Pink and white crepe paper,
Timeless and blank faced moon;
It always comes, fickle magic.
We kiss softly.
After, the beach. Straggler bottle rockets
From July. I set them off. She sits on the
Hood of my car and cheers. Boom and
And after, just us, both on the hood,
Her head on my shoulder, the crashing
Waves, just silence, no thoughts, last
Moment were holding hands is paradise.
I kiss her cheek. She blushes, smiles.
A dream we’ll share, our most sacred
Love making, our one last spell.
In the morning, we will be grown,
And magic will slip away.