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.
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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