4th of July haiku
Last night when we kissed,
there were fireworks, I say.
I love you, he says.
No, I say, there were
actual fireworks, but
I love you also,
like light exploding.
→A quickie for your Independence Day.
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Last night when we kissed,
there were fireworks, I say.
I love you, he says.
No, I say, there were
actual fireworks, but
I love you also,
like light exploding.
→A quickie for your Independence Day.