No assurance No clear vision For 15 hours, we were far from fixture.
Donned in a coat smart shoes and black, We stood out in a sea of superheroes and Jacks.
Pingpong ***** Baguettes. Fake stories to people we just met. Each time we caught each other's gaze, we always fell into a hysterical maze.
Can you feel that? It's called connection. I do believe in sparks and all that notion.
Black skies dry eyes coffee and you, we continued to talk and laugh until the morning dew.
15 hours but only stopped for 2.
The world was spinning but your lips kept me grounded. Living in the moment, I didn't worry where it was headed.
Exceeded my expectations, you proved yourself to be different. Curbed what was naturally felt and needed.
So this is how it feels to be alive again. To genuinely feel something deeper than skin.
Penetrated intellectually. Tickled emotionally. For 15 hours, I was held the tightest Conversed the deepest
Now you have my attention.
'Til we bridge the gap again! Remember Koala, my darling dearest.
Proabably the first and last time I'm gonna try to rhyme. ("No rhyming poems in Henry Chinaski's house") Probably the most personal / the most genuine / the most non-fictional (and the cheesiest) work I've written.