A Lovers Moment Poem by Simon Collins

Standing too close to me
In this cool late summer evening
Clusters of tiny flies dance to a silent rhythm
like drunk atomic particles
Your smile lights a fire
Far away in the psychedelic twilight
A chimneys Unblown smoke curls and unwinds
into a soft translucent cushion
You better go, he is inside
I say in my head while noticing your eye colour
Wanting to look deeper
The sun is almost spent and the cooling earth relents
It's warmth
I wonder where he is you say
As the colours darken and pull away from the light
You are gone