prompt: falling in love.Mature

The ocean water is blisteringly cold
but we run the length of the beach barefoot, 
our footprints swallowed up by the tide
and all I remember is the way your laugh
filled my lungs until they nearly burst.

The fire is casting sparks in all directions,
the smoke twisting in the wind like a burst grenade,
but we’re squinting our eyes to see the stars -
counting the ones that tear across the blackness
and in my sleep, I count them again.

The roof of a skyscraper is the center of a hurricane
and the wind whipped at us like it wanted to tear us apart
but that’s where I kissed you for the first time and
your mouth was my anchor then 
and has been ever since.

The End

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