your midnight drives up to the next town

or walmart

or that short walk to 7/11 for a slurpee and a smoke

for your drunken rambles

state of euphoric proclamations

and sober but heartfelt confessions

 

for the sunshine yellow beach blonde season

the midnight blue black hoodie weather

and the white snow red nose cold face hot drink “i’ve never seen it before” feeling

 

for fulfilment

for those moments of static electricity connecting when eyes, hands, ideas meet

for those moments of realization

so subtle

you think “this is what falling in love feels like.”

 

for that

that new but familiar warm sensation in your chest

for that rare agape,

and newfound desire

to stay present

to stay awake

to stay alive

 

for yourself

that reckless cynic turned lover,

rolling over like the tide

dreaming of peaches and petunias

 

for them and their flowers,

both bodies crying out for the sun