Sweet summer memories, of a young couple.

He is strong, fearless, a masculine perfection

against her pale frailness, her gentle quiet.

They stand beneath the glittering lights, slow,

dance to the beat of drums and match, as we,

two who were born to complement, bright

brittle arc into the sky, triumphant thunderclap

of sparks showering back to earth, before the

boom of impending rain. I can taste the sweet

of it on your mouth, feel the brittle bright heat

of the fireworks echo in my mind’s cortex,

a brilliant display of our love one summer year’s day.