I wrote another poem today. I was invited to a friend's house for a chill party yesterday evening, and left feeling very full. You know you have spent time with good people when that is the case. This poem is about what happened afterward.
Happy Saturday!
Keep peace and keep creating,
Parker <3
"after the party"
hpd // 01.11.2019
i stepped out of kind eyes and strung lights
soup and seats at the table
and walls full of hospitality and artwork
onto a porch built for afternoon tea
down worn wooden steps
and into the night
the hush of the tranquil neighborhood
met my ears like a content sigh of a lover
lying down beside their partner to rest
hot breath mixed with brisk air
and the two danced around my cherry cheeks
twirling ribbons of white and silver
i looked up and grinned
even the stars had come out
to applaud the dance
and to keep me company
as a soft breeze carried me home
and echos of laughter followed me to sleep
