Paper Gymnasts

Do you remember
the cherry blossoms
scented 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.

Pink confetti
like delicate paper gymnasts
tumbling lazily.

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

Tomorrow I shall pick blackberries
today was simply for saying:

'I do'!