Friday, July 21, 2017

We Did It All Wrong (Day 184)


We did it all wrong,
but we didn't mean to.
You, shoes squealing 
sharply, sliding, 
reaching, saving
the day, captured 
in black and white
like a song. 
Later, the whiteness of 
my arms against 
the darkness of 
your skin astonished me
and you—until the moon 
turned us both a glowing 
twilight shade of blue. 
We danced, sweet 
and slow, and you left 
your ring on my table,
so I’d think of you, 
and I did, 
and I do, you see? 
But it was all then, 
and we did it all 
wrong, didn’t we?



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Note: I was unable to figure out to whom this lovely image should be attributed. Please leave me a comment if you know.