some flashlight strikes through; with a rush, inevitable..
i remain, breathing in slow-mo.
red and white's harsh howling faded hearts and thoughts away*
i felt you no longer.
frisk of a finger was the spark.
green touched the core, hearts bloomed, the search began
for the millimetric coastline
where lips long awaited to find one another..
*pearl jam - elderly woman behind the counter in a small town