we are shadows beneath the moonlight
on the gravel of the concrete:
treble of tires scrape pavement.
catch your smile spread: lips, cheeks,
eyes. glittering from neon blue lights
on the window display.
intersection between Mercer and Spring.
huddled over cupcakes in pink cardboard box
pebbles on ground press into my jeans, against my palms —
fingers splayed next to mine.
traffic lights flash green
sparkling off the brown of your irises.
standing in yellowed white sneakers
playing with string on your sweater sleeve
your fingers clasp loosely around my right pinky.
sky: light blue, syrupy pink.
sunlight filling in cracks of the gravel
casting shadows of your eyelashes on your cheeks.
turning brown into gold.
your wide-eyed gaze:
everything will be okay.