You approached like a red balloon
against the cerulean sky,
carving your certain way through the clouds
to catch my sun-spotted eye.
I tried to avoid your burning gaze
hearing of the damage that could be done
but nervous glances downwards met
the placid reflection of the sun.
My tense disposition knew one way
to maintain an amiable shade,
so I smiled into the ripples
of all the paths that I have made.
Then I stretched up on to my toes
reaching your form with a pin,
and hearing the pop I closed my eyes
to immerse myself within.