magical realism and the inadequacy of leather belts
we're writing a story about ziggy and her stardust, and dominic's hat.
rekindled love, made more intense by the sadness that we shared.
and with all our dirty cover-ups laid out, we can be spectacular
spilling our independant discoveries over concord grapes, red wine, and spinning quarters
we stood in the middle of the avenue, slow danced in spite of passerbys.
uninhibited in a safe space, a free-for-all, is where tenderness exists!
never have i felt love like this.
rekindled love, made more intense by the sadness that we shared.
and with all our dirty cover-ups laid out, we can be spectacular
spilling our independant discoveries over concord grapes, red wine, and spinning quarters
we stood in the middle of the avenue, slow danced in spite of passerbys.
uninhibited in a safe space, a free-for-all, is where tenderness exists!
never have i felt love like this.