Return to Lil's Paradise

Five hours of wanderlust, brings us to 3 am breakfasts,
onto smoldering, ruby lamp shades

the blinking orange-yellow christmas lights reflected in a pair of eyes,
strung and wrapped around the place like [insert simile here].

To her lips,
the way the corners turn as though wanting to frown,
brought close to breath.

brought close to another smile.

a smolder of intoxication.

this is how it means to be your shadow.

subdued glow cast east bound,
by a ruby lamp shade
[hidden fires]
over aimless immersion between two eyes,

the angle of her light,
redirected by the placement of bare feet,
next to bare feet.