Lavender Skies

The world is small when

       dawn calls.

We sipped on the same bottle of

alcoholic root beer

sharing a glass copper kiss.

        We drove together to the mountain top,

        your soft hands turned the steering wheel

        I sat passenger.

                               we were the first

        I have never loved lavender

        until I saw it in the sky.

And I remember the way you cradled my hand

to your chest.

I felt your life against my knuckles.

        It is quiet

       when lavender turns orange.

       Wind whips our cheeks red

                cold,

       and I tell you my soul is tethered to yours.

       You look at me,

       dull blue eyes as quiet as the small world below.