Fireworks expand–
explode! inside my heart
and the sparks have nowhere to go
and the energy: trapped,
rebounding through my veins,
back and forth,
through, but returned
and expanseless–like the sky
but finite–human,
with tempest-like characteristics
and breathless, but free
and solemn, but excited
and quiet, but only to the rest
of the world.
Love? Maybe.
No. No, not love.
Just happiness.

And warm. So warm,
and perfect, if only for now.

Woo, my first poem without rhyme. I don’t think it’s as good as my others, but I wanted to go ahead and try it out. Didn’t turn out too bad, I don’t think. Seems good enough to post at least.