Paper Gymnasts

Do you remember
the cherry blossom
scattered on the bedroom floor.
Lipstick slogans
painted red against the sallow
of your skin.

A kiss
that slips offering from your lips.
Your texture unlined
sculptured gently, held tightly
within my hungry fingertips.

Confetti
like delicate paper gymnasts
tumbling lazily

me closing my eyes -
aware that my
thoughts move not as they did.

Tomorrow
I shall pick the blackberries
today, was simply for saying

'I do'!