you are my confetti of cherry blossoms
scattered about the pavement
adored and singularly delightful.
thoughts of you explode
during spring afternoons
like piñatas floating through the sky, wrapped in their papier-mâché of
hot air balloons filled with sprinkles.
you arrive on a saturday, tanned and beautiful
for my birthday
filled with wishes and wine
company, conversation
and kisses.
and there you stood before me
in that field
i felt the warmth of the night
through your fingertips
the grandeur of the fire lit sky
seemed to fly its colours over the hills
like a striped kite
as we watched it
mend and sew the stars slowly
with its movement
the stars-
so glorious!
like sprinkled powdered sugar
delicious
belonging only to us
a celebration of spirits
the adventure looked endless
in awe of the possibility that neither of us
would let it end
you wrapped your body
into the armchair that was me
and relaxed your head
upon my breast
i knew i would love you forever.
drunk butterfly 