Two Perennials
Sitting across from her, she wants To explode bulbous and ripe into the space Between their fizzing tips. Cuticles Peached and glowing under her gaze. Buds pop; wet lip red. Heaving hearts and heavy hopes. All over come the fall. Sitting across from him, the pennies drop From his languid gaze and he gathers them Like petals fallen from a broken stem; They wither on the cloth beside the bill.
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'and the crowd called out for more' ⚡
David- Heavy hopes indeed. This rings true. And timeless. I appreciate this.