Fallen Trinket

FALLEN TRINKET Swiveling from her ears, dangling starlight. Smile like a crescent moon, seared into his eyes. She’s a Mona Lisa, with no fear of flying, slowly gliding through his glasses ~ a sparkling, dear dove. She’s soaring through the rainbow clouds. He hears her joyous flapping, tears like sprinkles on an ice cream cone. They touch his heart, her red lipstick smeared on his cheek. The mere scent of her pulse, pounding out blue skies ~ the felicitous cheer of the heavens. She shakes her head ‘yes,’ as one star falls near his knee, in proposal. “C’mere,” he grins. They ignore the fallen trinket, as a diamond appears, stunning the fairies, who fawn over the rock, from their hiding places. “I love you, m’dear,” Her hair tousled by sighs of the atmospheric zephyr. Reflective years would bring children into the fairylight. Generations would disappear after birthing shooting stars. 5/24/2021