It's 1991
A towering time
Frank hearts
Meeting
Only having in
Common
The plastic cups
In their
Hands
Rapid eye
Movement Drawing
Them nearer
Almost touching
Not touching
At all
Conversation
Swirls around them
Trails slipping
In between
Quiet breaths
He tails behind
Her
This goddess
Blue haired
And starry eyed
He
Glassy eyed
Stairs
Bedroom door
An
Unfamiliar territory
Tumbling
Rustling of sheets
The tender
Touch
Of unfamiliar
Skin
Conceivability
Forgotten forever
Continuing journeys
In
Completely separate
Ways