Paper wisps

right of my forehead, the sun

the left, love – the unconditional kind

I feel that gold

Still hot when we’re done

And embraces are given.

This invisible leap our youth takes

Is bigger than we think

It’s not the heat or heap of leis around our necks

That make us sweat,

But uncertainty

 and unexplainable joy.

here we are, here we are,

and there we go, there we go.