That night one summer
When I fell in love
By Salomé SaffiriPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
The smell of buttered popcorn at the fair.
Your cotton-candy-sticky hand in mine,
The trill of life in the midsummer air,
The hazy neon of the motel sign.
You cherry lipstick...
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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