I could feel each individual blade
Of grass,
Cool, contrasting
With my warm skin,
Which you touched,
Sliding from my toes to my knees
And back again
As you sat behind me, my
Back on your chest and your arms
Barely rested on mine.
Let's pretend we're five again,
Watch the fireworks.
I'll look at you and
Watch them dance in your eyes.
I'll kiss you and
Realize I don't need to open my eyes
To see fireworks.
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