On a clear night,
The future beckoned.
Rain fell unannounced,
And laundries reckoned
A meeting was in order.
A collision of the minds.
Surround sound chemistry.
Heavy looks and
Open books
With over easy hours.
He inspired her
With shake-off-shoulds
And surfmist hair.
He mixed her.
He took her there.
A strain of grace was born,
Of sipping oceans,
Bitcoin tips,
And censorship resistant
Porn.
At Last
Excellent verse. Thank you for posting this gem.
Gratitude
Whoa! Thank you!