Yesterday

A kiss on the cheek,

You didn't feel.

A second kiss trying harder,

You didn't feel.

What is this beauty that I'm spiraling into?

And is it beauty at all?

Letting the sun and ferns take us higher and higher,

Gliding on warm updrafts,

Promised to lovers.

When we land,

I know we'll land in the grass.

I know we'll miss the trees.