We once
kissed the sky,
tasted falling stars
spit out by the Heavens above.
We caught them
in our bags of dreams,
screamed & laughed
long into the night
with fires burning.

Nothing was black & white.
We layed down
on endless asphalt
at the llama crossing,
stared up into the bluest skies
as we traveled
along the black ribbons,
pathways to nowhere.

Sadly how,
a lifetime or two later,
those pistachio-eyes
still haunt me.
And yet,
I dance inside,
spin in circles,
remembing the bliss
in a faraway place
we both forgot
ourselves in.