Storm King Valley Kiss

Like Lissel in the gazebo.

Like Angela Chase leaving Jordan’s car at night.

Like Scarlet Ohara the morning after.

Like Bonnie after she first made it with Clyde,

You kissed me in the Valley of Storm King

While the wind rushed passed our ears

And we were both too high to hide.

You gave me a part of yourself

That I have secretly enshrined.

Did you mean it?

Did you know what it would cost?

I felt my heart shoot sparks like a Roman candle,

My insides sigh.

I died.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s