Perfect day

Prelude:

full moon

demon sky for HEROS

you laughed as I glanced over

and I saw what you saw

and felt your heart

with my tongue.

I wanted to stay for awhile

so we did.

you tasted sweet

like butter and sugar sandwiches.

FreeHold:

Warm blanket on a chilly night

talk into my ear my mouth my head

I feel the scrape of face upon face

your hand cupped over my heart

quieting the fluttering beat.

The soreness had gone out

of my muscles

and left them slack and unable.

Come lift your voice

up under these trees

and winking stars

and your shout will convince

the constellations to reconfigure

and the universe to shift.

Hands down into fists tightly

not able to speak,

just twirl and twirl

with my head back

throat offered up

eyes shut

against the blackening clouds

and we spin and spin.