am I guilty of tall tales
stretched truths
or rose-tinted glasses

if I simply remember

lightning framing moonlit clouds
towering over us
inky waters rushing beneath our speedboat
our chariot in the dark

the ocean’s midnight air
salty wind kissing
our intertwined hair
and intertwined laughter

your cheek against mine
my arms around your waist

all wrapped up
in what we just discovered
we pinched ourselves
amazed we would not wake up