Questions

would we have lasted a moment longer than, the eternal ecstasy of a teenager's nocturne spin in the coolness of an evening's kiss, when we walked in the rush of almost ... journals spread wide with pen in hand in a frantic effort to capture every last bit of the pull and push thrust and miss as we lay there spent, remembering. rolling around like buttercups laughing as the wind blazed past, no one the wiser we were a sight for sore eyes then and yet, not quite fifteen those were the days of long ago scenes languishing dreams surfacing there in the cool of the night when the moon looked just right, as the wind raced ...