January 2 by The Running Son
.☼. Sealed with a kiss .☼.
Alight in orange laughter,
fresh sun on our faces,
I pray, in this moment,
both drapes brushed away,
that this night, effervescent!—
and these stars on our breath
will mint suns, yet un-crested,
soothing moons, still crescent-ed.
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.