They are so All- American
Him
Tall
Dark
Handsome
But yet not conventionally
Not Preppy
Not conforming
To GAP commercial society
He is wearing the red
Of passion
Of defiance
It shows in their hands
In the empty bottles
Known to tell mistaken truths
Stories of mistake and regret
But instead in theirs
“in vino viertas.”
Her
Blonde
Thin
But naturally
Not for society
For herself
Or even him
She likes it natural
Like the colors she wears
On her buttoned down blouse
Chest pressed outwards
Making it easier
For him
To love her
Her blue eyes
Hidden in thought
Of them
That moment
Their future
Together
Too soon to be articulated
It remains hidden below his spiky brown
Her flowing blonde
Within their love intoxicated blood
Only to be revealed with time.
Them
Embraced
As One
A pair
Their arms
Resting like puzzle pieces
Like spider webs
Weaving in and out
Through each other’s crevasses
Fitting perfectly in a little wooden frame
On
his shoulders
her waist
Lips
Gently
Smashed
Pressed
Carefully
Together
Absolutely
Completely
Overtaking
Succumbing to
One another
That one touch
That lasts for hours
Years
Envelops
Overtakes
Caresses
The mind
Their thoughts
Of anything
But
That moment
And
creates
So much more.

"There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be."