Form: Prose Poetry
It caught my eye as she kissed me good-night. Shimmering rainbows dancing across her black evening dress as her shining red lips kissed me good-night. I could taste woman on her lips as my eyes filtered dancing colours into my imagination – she kissed me good-night. I could see the moonlight reflections of her auburn hair as she bent down and kissed me good-night. I imagined the swirl of her gown as she danced with the big guys but it was me she kissed good-night and in the sparkling delights of my imagination her lips were mine. For the eyes of a child reflect rainbows making all things possible and in my boyish imagination the impossible is just one hell of a trip.