This Magic Moment

In Poetry on October 18, 2013 at 10:03 am

Mariposa Street

left butterflies in my stomach

flapping, gusts of gravity

pulled us towards the moment


Bart train, booked

Neruda sang to us

cuddled in my arms

traveling, already lost


Oakland hills

stars swam in wine fog

the wind blew us away

our journey only beginning


Until, at last

in the back of your Oldsmobile

eyes locked, bodies aligned

a kiss softer than that summer night

made every moment before

a little more magical


Branden E. Balenzuela, USA

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