Illuminated Shade

Pretty poem about love and stoof.

We shall dance,
because we can't live without it.
We need to hear the colours of sound.
Bask in their refracted glow,
and flirt under the sound that the moonlight swallows.
Without a care in the world we lay under firefly skies strewn gold with anticipation.
The sweet sugar attracts more than just flies.
It attracts your lips toward mine.
We float on ecstasy;
and the beat goes on in our hearts.
It quickens as we draw breath deep from the nectar of the atmosphere.
Together we were, with short-lived dreams of beauty,
which sustain in the afterglow through the cracks in the trees.
We made the beat in our heads, hands, and hearts.
We always had the same beat.
We knew this was what happiness was.
And nothing would ever feel the same again.
In contrast to that time when we could play pretend.

Author's Note

The picture of a snail is a reference to The Format's song 'Snails'.