a moment in love

dandelion fluff.

I laugh and the sprinkles from the homemade biscuits I'm eating fall onto my jeans as you accidentally blow dandelion fluff onto your sketchbook. The sun is warm on our backs as we lie across the picnic blanket, my legs sprawled across yours. I paint whatever catches my eye and there's paint all over the both of us. You smile at me and I giggle, wiping away the remnant of my sticky lip-gloss off your cheek.