WIP: Picnic

Jun 01, 2008 03:42

http://amythest-n-ice.livejournal.com/7948.html#cutid1

Picnic

We'd dance a moonlit serenade
on a rooftop we shouldn't climb
Celebrate our anniversary
of a date that hasn't passed
Indulge in the private quiet moment
far apart from the rest of the world
You'd hold a bottle we'd never open
of wine - too drunk on us to notice
I'd card my fingers through your hair
and whisper mirrored thoughts between us
And we'd picnic in the cold and moonlight
on the concrete of our rooftop

(cold and moonshine)??

writing, torchwood, decade, poetry

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