Bumping in and out of moonlights,
i can feel Orions belt puncturing my skin.
beneath the crickets song –
i hear your soft laughter –
runnig till the world is ending,
skinny-dipping into wet proportions –
patterned black and blue –
the deep is raising goosebumps up my spine.
I am among dripping riots,
forward, forward till the yearning stills.
– the red and lilac next to my ear
– and grassy footprints on my bare feet,
breathless in the morning – light
copyright (c) 2014 by franzad
written for OLN by dVerse