bruises on my neck.
I wear them like war wounds,
I hold my head high with pride.
Your lips, so delicate, kissing the hollow of my shoulder
while I drifted in and out of sleep, in and out of dreams.
Fireworks go off, yet they are colourless.
A black and white display of smoke
shrouded with echoing bangs.
They resound inside my soul like my heart
thumping into a drum roll at the touch of your fingers
my skin shakes.
I wake, and discover your arms
still around me, your gentle breathing,
your kisses lost in my hair,
you're still here.
I shut my eyes, and I can feel you
moving inside of me,
ocean waves flood my body
I allow them to draw me out to sea.
When I leave, you softly meet my lips
a final time, and the bang of the car door closing
sounds like a firework, lost in the night,
shattering the silence with black and white stars.