sunny in november.

it's days like today that i want to crash the gates.
shake the sand from our eyes & tear out into the world holding onto nothing but your hand.
awake. alive. real. & untouched.
the champions of our world, undefeated & afraid of nothing.
a vision sparks & the view from here sputters & hisses with a tinge of static interruption.
a flashback. a dream. a moment. a beginning.
you are mine & i am yours.
elemental, like crystals in a cave.
it roars out loud like a lion but so much louder that lions it cannot be.
we sink & sulk, wax & wane, flex & bend until our ears have grown cold & hard to all familiarity.
re-naming our souls & drawing new maps for our deaf feet to follow.
& we wonder what it was like, days like these, & the sputter & the hiss are there.
the colors & smells & wind are there.
& you are there & i am there.
i am yours & you are mine.
our hands sweat & our stomachs feel like they never knew how to stay inside our bodies.
touch. taste. see. hear.
speak.
a lion, loud & brave.
speak.
the last of the 5 & most desperate to be noticed.
speak.
it's too beautiful to be quiet.
speak.