by MICHAEL V
Blue sky and light hands, soft
Like a blanket from the countryside
Her dress is sizzling like the desert sun
Red as roses
Smells like a meadow of daisies and thunderstorms
Smiling mysteriously
Is the cycle of life
And the city brightens as the sun goes down
On our night out
Black sky rises with soft hands
And stars fall like water from our eyes
Eyelashes as long as Monday on ISTEP
Thoughts running through your pulsing
Mind and feeling free and happy
As a dog on a field filled
With a hidden bone