“Our Sky” by Stephanie Nielson
It was already late when I returned.
The light from the hall illuminating
Your figure in the dim. All fuzzy pajama
Socks, and brown eyes flickering like embers.
I’m barely through the door and you’re tossing
A blanket around my shoulders, light feet
Shuffling across the carpet floor. “Leave
The lights off,” you hush. “Come see what I’ve found.”
Tented under blankets, nestled close together on
The floor, I feel my hair stand on end.
A hand tilts my head upwards, “Watch.”
In a voice like sparklers, crackling in the dark.
Electric blue snaps overhead, static
Sparks chasing the sweep of your hand.
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