Literature

Admission A breath of crisp air and amid banana-shake aftertaste, the giggling of girls, the frenzy of road games, a thought blooms like a single drop of rain — I’ve kissed those collarbones.

a warm-colored thrum spreads, a web of fingertip   touches and threads of lightning silver my eyelids – I have   tasted the sun-beads, have been enveloped by the   sweet-spell, and it reverberates.