Saturday, April 19, 2014

The hold

The perfect hold steadies for the two
Slowly they look like one
Past the gossiping corners and the melting minutes:
She buries her dogs on his shoulders
From her platform she overlooks the world
He breathes atop her flailing hair
He smells the imminent rain
Then offers her a smile and two arms
for an umbrella

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