Tagged: courting

at the mall, cool air

at the mall, cool air
hits us like a
breeze on the
beach, and the
mechanical waves
from twin escalators
welcome us to
take a ride. it’s
summer, and
we are here to
hold hands

and then again, there are

and then again, there are
kisses that alight on
the last defense between
you and the unknown,
perched quietly on the
fence, waiting for a
stirring that signals
an invitation. you can
look out the window
every morning all
season long, and it
will still be at the
same spot, preening