Soul Fluff

Cold fall nights on the trunks of cars
where we all catch sight of shooting stars
Where the trees move shade about the rocks
as we go along in once-white socks
Where headlights drip upon an empty street
frozen bodies blend in a cuddling heat
Where friends shine like halos of icy light
our laughter tumbles deep into the night
And a slow wind pushes us into our eyes
where we drift our reflections into the skies

Poetry from Thought-Box by Shane Windham
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