Imagine the waves crashing on the shore,
The cold saltwater rushing over your ankles,
Startling you back into his arms with a laugh.
Imagine the sky set aflame,
Red like a rose, yellow like molten gold,
Orange burnt like the middle of autumn.
Imagine a moment when the earth stops spinning,
But there is no fear of falling,
Because his kiss is all the gravity you need.
© Jade M. Wong
Written for summer poetry miracles, a prompt over on Instagram.