lavender curses

I sit and I lay.

I sit.

I sit under the moon.

I lay on the ground.

I let my toes linger in the grass,
While I ponder pretty feelings of a crush.

The light of the house fades,
as I detach and listen to the stars align with my soul.

The frogs croak is distant.

And the cricket chirp is soft.

Soft like her cheeks.

Soft as I imagine her lips are.

The pretty pink color of her lips, that fade into her pale skin while I listen to her awkward rambles.

I lay on her lap.

I look into her star-lit eyes.

And smile.