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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
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