Tinkling like a bell in all their dreams

[alovelyfadeout]

The lovers are leaning over railings,
catching sight of each other. Words
packed with feelings splash in bright

puddles of silence. To catch a love,
you must not use the splintered
cup of your hands, but fling open

the net of an entire life
sewn from the cicatrix of every
secret loss and wrecked desire.

Hear quiet ignitions everywhere.
Or hear hearts spring back into the void
upon a hand withdrawn, the contract

unsigned. But let us only dwell upon
triumphant lovers, that cheesy rhythm
pushing up their soles, as they litter

a city with their glow, that sound
of a key turning, at last, in its lock,
tinkling like a bell in all their dreams.

feeling all poetic now for some reason hahah