LOVE Poem: can i kiss you?, by Angelica Zacarola

the word
yes
never cut oxygen more brisk
than it did the night it jetted from your throat
racing the street light that flickered above us:
a seedy spotlight illuminating our
personal shakespearean scene

our bodies melted into each other
heartbeats played a childlike game of tag
lips craved a new taste

should i savor it?
or can i rely on the flavor’s consistency
like a classic
sweet summer ice cream
that i knew was my favorite
before my tongue could decide for itself

although the midnight sky draped over us,
the warm glow of our auras blending
illuminated the atmosphere
with colors straight from God’s palette

who knew a simple question
and a one word answer
could change the color of the sky?