Tinfoil
Friday, October 2, 2009 @ 10:09 PM
I liked you when we were sitting together on a balcony.
Doesn't matter where. I think it was dark.
Doesn't matter.
Your hair caught the light shining from a source I couldn't see.
"You sparkled."
And told me my eyes were shining from the same invisible place.
We laughed - real earth-shattering laughs, and with the curtain of dust closing in on us I could not see your face.
You sneezed.
"I like you."
I sneezed.
And the earth shattered again.
