Like a perfect cigarette,
on a blue Monday,
like getting joyfully wet
on a rainy day,
like flower breaking through
a slab of cement
like a smile from you
when I’m on the mend
like love from a stranger’s eyes
no reason, no whys
touching heaven
littlest pieces of bliss
little things
that makes sense from malice
we should touch heaven like this…

(c) 2014 allen simpson