girl swirls dreams in her drink.
boy spills ink on the carpet.
they swing below an oak;
laugh and dream, kiss and consider.
their feet curl, intertwine,
touch along the fallen leaves.
in hands and time
is the condensation of what is said to be true love.
only they don’t know.
later that night;
they drink and cuss, they fight and ****
their feet curl, intertwine,
play at the end of the sheets.
they warm.
boy writes librettos,
girl reads them,
together they cook delicious dishes.
girl disappears into the distance,
one day.
& boy spirits away,
to the elephant burial grounds.
days,
months,
years later, they run into eachother on the streets
of a northwestern city.
smile mostly,
say not much.
boy has his poetry.
girl has her *******
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
girl swirls dreams in her drink.
boy spills ink on the carpet.
they swing below an oak;
laugh and dream, kiss and consider.
their feet curl, intertwine,
touch along the fallen leaves.
in hands and time
is the condensation of what is said to be true love.
only they don’t know.
later that night;
they drink and cuss, they fight and ****
their feet curl, intertwine,
play at the end of the sheets.
they warm.
boy writes librettos,
girl reads them,
together they cook delicious dishes.
girl disappears into the distance,
one day.
& boy spirits away,
to the elephant burial grounds.
days,
months,
years later, they run into eachother on the streets
of a northwestern city.
smile mostly,
say not much.
boy has his poetry.
girl has her *******
