Shards of Cap’n Crunch
drown in the milk
as precious images
of my girl
slide across the
screen.

The Beatles sing Something
appropriate to the
moment.

A glass of Jameson
glows golden in
dim
tiny hours.

The faces of my girl
catch my heart
between beats
and stops my
breath.

Time compresses
to the point of
fusion
igniting our personal
sun.

#shygirl