Perched on a stool in a darkened cafe
Leaning close into each other
Searching for the words to say.
Words elude them
Overrated nouns
Inadequate adjectives
Paragraphs written with only eyes
Lips crease upward
Then part for a kiss
Smiles and sighs
For the things that were missed.
Fingers interlock
With a trusting grip
Music drips
from speakers above.
A crooner crooning his thoughts
On love.
Be it imagined
Or remembered
Forgotten or lost
It still brings a swooning
No matter the cost.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
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