Jan
26th
Thu
26th
Lights Out
This is to the flash
of electricity
that comes when my feet
rub against the sides of
your legs
in the darkness of night
and the way you can almost
swear it lights up every thing
under the covers,
like a child
with a comic book
and a flashlight way passed curfew,
way beyond
lights out.
To the way you can almost,
if you listen close enough,
hear the sound of that child
giggling,
as the only noise
our skin makes
when they brush against
one another.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
