The bottle on my lips
like the kiss of a thousand stars
all so far from where I am.
The chocolate on my tongue
sprung the feelings of a hundred hugs
enough to raise warmth in my skin.
I'm akin to the fluttering fireflies
who light up the night just right.
I'm akin to the swaying trees
that sweeps its leaves off the branches.
I'm akin to the chirping cicadas
who has not yet croaked its last croak.
I'm akin to the wind that travels under my coat,
the obvious quote that is travel alongside the winds-
and feel the tingling on your skin-
tonight may be long but tomorrow is coming.