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Dinner and a movie

 
 
that's the way to romance a girl right?  
Dinner and a movie  
we tried  
 
Found a place  
Cosy, warm and soft  
with the inside lit up  
like the memory of a childhood home  
 
and cushions  
cushions soft enough to be called the bosom of heaven  
just begging for me to lay my head down  
and lose all thoughts of anything but her  
losing myself in the rich tones of her voice  
as if it were an ancient city  
and each word she whispered shyly into my ear were an old bazaar  
filled with long lost treasures and unfulfilled dreams  
all mine for the price of a flaw or an insecurity shared  
 
She didn't even want to keep one  
she just wanted to see my hurts  
to caress them in her soft, sweet hands  
and soothe away their rough edges with gentle touches and soft lips  
a dream for a flaw  
that's all she asked of me  
she never said a word  
but that's all she asked of me  
with those eyes of hers  
the ones that scream and shout  
that plead and beg  
tease and pout  
better than any word ever could  
Dinner and a movie, right?  
such a simple plan  
and I still couldn't get it right  
 
Dinner went well  
full of love cooked with different flavours than any I've ever tasted before  
and shy glances that I've never given before  
but then  
before I even had a chance to smoothly suggest a romantic movie  
 
she saw the moon in pain  
stooped low and covered in blood  
stuck writhing in the sky on the tip of a skyscrapers needle  
and while we chased the moon the city blurred
our words slurred and our eyes spurred new life  
into words we'd spoken so many times before but never truly understood  
we never said them  
those newly truly discovered words  
there was no need  
 
the city spoke them for us  
In the warmth of the fog that wrapped us in its cradling arms  
and the river that sang us lullabies as we kissed  
with the bridge that swayed and sang beneath us  
It wrote three words a million different ways  
and screamed them into the juncture of our glances  
 
So loud that I didn't remember until I was almost home  
the plan was dinner and watching a romantic movie  
not stumbling on the bones of making our own
Written by DystopianMelody
Published | Edited 11th Dec 2015
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