Pocket keys,

leave ride behind.

Pull in—magnet close,

fingers entwine…

Spilled love

soft kisses

soaked sidewalk,

shadowed with hugs.

Light flashes: walk

we run…

Dancing under amber lights,

vacant street of freedom.

Stroll the pier,

end at shore.

Reminisce here,

year after year.

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and loves nature, travel, art, and photography.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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