Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poetry and Wine

We went on a date this weekend. It felt more like a journey by the time it was over. We started simple, with sushi, but realized quickly we were too melancholy for such a sterile environment. So we drove over to the grungy side of town where you can buy a bottle of wine and brood under dim lights. We happened upon a poetry reading and then a folksy local band. They fit our mood and made us smile sad smiles. We whispered I love you over the beat of the drum. We needed to talk, to share. We preceded to have a conversation that still has my head ringing at midweek. We ended up wrapped under sheets, deep in that hard sleep that comes from too much poetry and wine.

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