In another ocean, on another dangerous street
Old Towne was-
- FLOODED. WITH WATER. BECAUSE OF HIGH TIDE AND RAIN AND THE MOON.
- dangerous
- cold
- water logged icy toes
- laughter, free chocolate
- old man staring at us, catcalling and then pretending to bend down to "pick something up" RIGHT next to us and clearly trying to look up our skirts and then "mmm"ing what THE HELL so then we ran
- short skirts and secluded silences
- photographing the flooded streets stockingless, and dodging the cops.
Old Towne was-
lovely
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Your cheek bones send beams down and out in sparkling waves from your moonlit eyes.
crystal powder across the water,
stormy and accidental up close.
She embraces you like feathers
as if you are part of the same sad statue
To watch the ripples of light across your ankles
and your hips sway with a benign confidence
reminds me that my feet clunk and my legs itch with every syncopated step
and that there is so much to miss, where I am.
- FLOODED. WITH WATER. BECAUSE OF HIGH TIDE AND RAIN AND THE MOON.
- dangerous
- cold
- water logged icy toes
- laughter, free chocolate
- old man staring at us, catcalling and then pretending to bend down to "pick something up" RIGHT next to us and clearly trying to look up our skirts and then "mmm"ing what THE HELL so then we ran
- short skirts and secluded silences
- photographing the flooded streets stockingless, and dodging the cops.
Old Towne was-
lovely
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your cheek bones send beams down and out in sparkling waves from your moonlit eyes.
crystal powder across the water,
stormy and accidental up close.
She embraces you like feathers
as if you are part of the same sad statue
To watch the ripples of light across your ankles
and your hips sway with a benign confidence
reminds me that my feet clunk and my legs itch with every syncopated step
and that there is so much to miss, where I am.