I want to live in the afterburn of love; heart burning red, with promises been made and souls dancing in the moonlight.

I want to feel the aftershocks of our fallout; apologies turning blue with cold shame and tears sparkling under the morning light.

I want to revel in the aftermath of forgiveness; faith growing lilac and hopes hauling strong as laughter coalesces into the muted dewy nights.

I want us to love beyond after; happy as ever, with fierce whispers misted with amber as our souls wane into the starlight.

© Aria