Aura Four

The creak of the passenger side door on an old red truck

The soft warmth of his brown eyes crinkled with a smile

The harsh slap of a skateboard’s wheels on cold February pavement

His hair falling down upon his forehead, wet from a shower

His hands gently pulling me up when I am sliding, out of control on ice

His name on my lips, a promise and a kiss

Tell me what you feel

Tell me what you want

Tell me all that you dream and wish.