Downtown
A Poem by Brigid Cooley
The twinkle lights reflect in your hazel eyes, and my sweater dips off of my shoulder.
I breathe in, you pull me closer.
We kiss at a street corner and then in the parking garage.
Your laugh is loud; your hands are strong.
I bury my face in your neck.
If only a moment could last forever.
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