saigonsays

Our Time

In jasmine-drenched heat
She tilts to one side
And catches me
Flush on the cheek
With a knowing smile.

Our toes inches apart
Fingers tracing strange fabric,
Eighty pairs of eyes
Twinkle
In the fanned breeze.

Afterwards, as newlyweds,
We step out together -
Smoke plumes curling
Toward ocean sparkles
And a sinking crimson sun.

Our revelry now sepia-stained
These months behind us,
These days before us
Unfurl,
As lazy afternoon birdsong.