Jasmine

san junipero

our own little city of joy and escape
takes the form of darkness, raindrops, and fate:
watch the light streaks paint over white walls
as headlights illuminate the rise and fall
of chests full of what the world turns for:
art, sunlight, I love you, and more.

feel the silence constrain chests
while minds refuse to rest;
hear unspoken three words
hang above as sunset's birds
take flight before nights blanket over
cities desiring nothing but the lips of her lover.

hands intertwined speak to one another:
too early to let three words escape lips;
allow hearts to fill until all pours over:
I think I might love you, before midnight hits.