We made
memories tonight.
as we danced like
snakes. on. stilts
and Sinatra floated in the air,
a one of a kind Polaroid printed in my memories.
Smiled pollute these exuberant seconds,
and although not one photo or video was taken,
and I can't remember every detail
I'll never forget the feeling.

a feeling of purity.
Oh! one of true living that I haven't felt since.............
oh. I don't know.

Life presents meaning in many ways, and priorities are made constantly...
but being with you felt purposeful.
step, one-two,
losing count because your mixed laughter with mine
makes me forget everything except how life is wonderful.
A quick kiss on your soft brown hair as you drive away with the Blonde Haired Boy......
i don't know if it's the over-caffination this late, or the residue of giggles left on my brain, but I walk to the door and step in
with a new found wonderlust for life