Pure, unadulterated joy
Holding you within fuzzy-sweatered arms
smelling of flowers, perfume, and gin
You run like a spastic child in a field of lilacs
Spring winks and cynics crumble
Shooting beams of light in all directions
Your pores gleam like LEDs
Your flesh cracks
And your body explodes in waves of phosphorescence
and I crack a crooked smile
and I am radiant
and I laugh.
Until the stars swallow us whole.