they talk at the coffee stop - once, twice, three times
he forgets her name but she doesn't know.
he repeats it in his head until he can't stop.
she's always smiling to see him.
they play with words a bit, then she leaves.
when the coffee shop turns to the neighborhood bar she stops by after work, late.
they do crosswords, talk backwards and forwards
he teaches her about onesies, twosies, and safety words which he says will keep her safe when
she's in trouble. she likes and needs them.
after her friend's wedding she meets him in her long dress late at night.
they stay at his house talking until dawn, laughter sprinkled with coyness and sideways glances.
she touches his hair when he tells a story. they fall asleep on his L-shape, leather sofa feet to feet.
she stays over two more nights that week - this time in his bedroom on top of the duvet and falls asleep with her clothes on, shoes off.
he is shy, she moves slowly and has poison ivy.
they've kissed once, maybe twice, but don't mention it.
they talk, laugh, tell stories. he sleepy talks and starts dreaming in the middle of his sentences.
she purrs.
they ride through the colorado mountains on his 76 honda motorcycle.
she holds on but not too tight. after fish tacos and beer they ride down the mountain and she is late to work.
they go to the driving range, dance at a crowded bar, throw disc and cartwheel on sunny, green fields, eat crepes at a bookstore, read sentences to each other, watch a Cassavetes movie, and Bill Maher's standup which depresses her because what he's saying is all true but she snaps out of it.
they drink expensive wine and play jenga with friends in borrowed houses and dress up in costume, they lay on a trampoline and watch a meteor shower, head to head.
they play bocchi ball and put put with friends, he dives and rolls on the trampoline that takes him 30 feet in the air.
he sleeps at her house and is allergiic to her dog until the claratin kicks in.
talking and more laughter and making out. candles and music set their languid tone.
they party at his house with their best friends - more jenga and good wine while they listen to LPs all scratchy beautiful. he makes a playlist on her ipod called listen to these songs.
look what you made me do
look what you made me think
look what you made me feel
this is how you fall in love
he forgets her name but she doesn't know.
he repeats it in his head until he can't stop.
she's always smiling to see him.
they play with words a bit, then she leaves.
when the coffee shop turns to the neighborhood bar she stops by after work, late.
they do crosswords, talk backwards and forwards
he teaches her about onesies, twosies, and safety words which he says will keep her safe when
she's in trouble. she likes and needs them.
after her friend's wedding she meets him in her long dress late at night.
they stay at his house talking until dawn, laughter sprinkled with coyness and sideways glances.
she touches his hair when he tells a story. they fall asleep on his L-shape, leather sofa feet to feet.
she stays over two more nights that week - this time in his bedroom on top of the duvet and falls asleep with her clothes on, shoes off.
he is shy, she moves slowly and has poison ivy.
they've kissed once, maybe twice, but don't mention it.
they talk, laugh, tell stories. he sleepy talks and starts dreaming in the middle of his sentences.
she purrs.
they ride through the colorado mountains on his 76 honda motorcycle.
she holds on but not too tight. after fish tacos and beer they ride down the mountain and she is late to work.
they go to the driving range, dance at a crowded bar, throw disc and cartwheel on sunny, green fields, eat crepes at a bookstore, read sentences to each other, watch a Cassavetes movie, and Bill Maher's standup which depresses her because what he's saying is all true but she snaps out of it.
they drink expensive wine and play jenga with friends in borrowed houses and dress up in costume, they lay on a trampoline and watch a meteor shower, head to head.
they play bocchi ball and put put with friends, he dives and rolls on the trampoline that takes him 30 feet in the air.
he sleeps at her house and is allergiic to her dog until the claratin kicks in.
talking and more laughter and making out. candles and music set their languid tone.
they party at his house with their best friends - more jenga and good wine while they listen to LPs all scratchy beautiful. he makes a playlist on her ipod called listen to these songs.
look what you made me do
look what you made me think
look what you made me feel
this is how you fall in love