[Flash Fiction] Golden Girl
9 in the morning,
time to peel her Sunday orange.
The smell of citrus and sand circulate through my essence-
no time like the present.
I wasn’t supposed to be here,
and I sure wasn’t supposed to give my ticket home to a stranger.
Golden girl in front of me, shining brighter than the sun; wish she could see.
there are silent moments, and KamaSutra-like poses.
Our mornings lack somber city’s mourning, pull her closer as the window closes.
Her breath against my neck, is the only pace I hope to keep track of.
Afternoon sun after all of our morning fun.
Two mopeds down a dirt path,
clouds left behind, nothing else on my mind.
I’m a wreck back home,
chasing hollow dreams all alone.
I’m my best on this island
washed over in waves of silence.
She breaks my focus, she makes me laugh.
I love her land and gladly took her hand.
Watching the white from waves crest crash onto golden shores.
Here, I’m never forlorn.
Together, we can make ourselves a beautiful world.
Here with my golden girl.