zenn bites...

reverie


gun-metal sky pelting down near-invisible bullets,
millions of diamonds overhead, traveling down multi-layered slides.

your palm on the small of my back,
steering me away from the ants' pool i did not see.
hands hovering above my head,
laughingly attempting to catch the rain before it reached me.
arms round each other, two monkeys against the tide.

my mind knows better
but at times, you still make my heart sing.