Poetry

a walk with a boy named tommy

written by: emmad802

The friction of butterfly wings
Brought boiling blood
To two bodies; one of sun, one of snow.
They gently fall into place
Together, like plastic bags fluttering
In the unnatural light; the power lines
Strung across their palms when
He grabs her hand.
"When do you see the stars?" she questions
The lightning bolt fingers and soft electric hands.
Two heads; minds, titled
Back so her hair sweeps the tired sidewalk
And his adams apple points towards their physical destination.