Dandelion wishes come true beneath a bright afternoon sun. my feet running with chills as they hovered above the cold concrete, chills running through where your arms had just wrapped around me. our faces are a butterfly's kiss apart--reach out and whisper against my eyelashes the blush that's creeping up your cheeks. jubilance and elation with a spring in our steps... and what was it that i've missed for so long? i've found a feeling between your fingers, the way they take hold of my sorry excuse for a waist. my heart beats around it, this warmth that has settled in my throat, pumping around the butterflies i devoured the way i wish i could have done with your kisses. waves of laughter over lengths of air have been sorely missed, and god how good it is to know i can make you smile. let me hide in the rich corners of your voice, it'll keep me secure as the night grows long. the moon ventures out to taunt me with thoughts better left alone, just because men love to see me squirm. is it too early to say, i love you just because you make me forget? this is the only time i will allow my memory to fail me, and i'd rather you didn't restore it to me. you can make me laugh, dance, muss my hair, but please don't play with my mind. past mistakes have been carefully stored away, swept up and precariously perched in my conscience. you can kiss me, hold me, love me, but don't remind me--shadows deserve to stay left alone.
