bachelorette

memories tingling and
twirling on my lips like
the summer I fell in and out of
love
so quickly it left me paper-thin and
bruised, but
I am transformed and
transfixed by these butterfly-quick eyes that
dart purposefully beyond my
horizon and for once pierce through
this thin, shadowy facade and into the
part of me that loved Paris.

I could kill these stars in your eyes
easily
but for once
I don't mind the constellations.