prompt: a perfect and simple date
lyricrhetoric:
her ice cream was melting the afternoon away. a strawberry evening starting to pool at the bottom of her bowl. my heart was still beating like a dragonfly’s wings from the fluttering tips of her fingers. her skin still slightly flushed from photographing sundrenched butterflies. I remembered her in the fading light; my heart bursting open like a splitting chrysalis.
_昏黃の燈火下｡ by eliot. on Flickr.
