From a distance they would look like two figures,
or one,
surrendered to grief.

Wrapped up in one another to escape the rain.
Their tiny umbrella allowing heavy drops to fall,
Surreptitiously sliding down their back,
Their faces,
Their arms.

"My feet are soaked" he groaned,
She tilted her head back and laughed.
Their eyes met and a wicked grin replaced his pout.
They could not frown together.

They watched the rain, no longer fighting it off,
She paddled in her socks, feeling alive,
allowing the rain to slowly cello-tape,
their sodden, shivering bodies together.

They were peaceful.
A sound struggled through the rain.
As she gingerly pressed her head against his chest,
music pierced her ears,

Joy washed over her,
with force the rain could not compete with,
as she recognised the song, the band.

“Just like the movies.” She whispered.
clutching him closer,
"Just like the films”

The music escaped from your headphones,
but I like to say it came from your heart.

these days
i look upon the weary throng and sink my teeth into the pith of dreary
but sup luscious the wrung jewel with my wet lips decanted in the mid night.
i clutch the vocal point in a deep silence and patch the quilt of our unusual tapestry
cinching the knot in our not known, knowing the difference is the same light.
i suspect the heresy of my devotion longs for pink sheets of syndrome and theory
but my church has no steeple. it merely goads hydrocephalic angels to play bingo
in the right light.
i kiss peaches where they hurt. i drive a hard bargain to drink; and I keep my worms
in apples that bob for your eyes.

but not for nothing.

Take the time to make this last, look at the world, and watch it crash.
Take me there, to watch the show, in the end, we’ll quietly go.
We walk in silence, walk in noise.
Perfection is a faded choice.
There’s nothing left but us, beautiful creature.
Maybe we will find the brighter future.
Until then, let’s not say a word.
You can’t say anything I haven’t already heard.
Maybe in the next world, you will speak new words.
And fly with the toxic, colored birds.

Your eyes are held onto mine.
Down on our laps, our fingers intertwine.
The sun is setting slowly,
I never want to let you go.

Gently you move your hand
slowly through my hair.
Leaning in closely,
you whisper in my ear.

The three words you say
are imprinted on my heart.
Your eyes smolder like fire
as a gentle kiss starts.

Hands still intertwined.
I hope you're forever mine.