Feel Around the Fountain (and other romantic misadventures)

20 Jun

I.

 

She was a delicate little thing.

Young and sweet and cute.

With every hello

I sent her an unspoken invitation

to come over to my place for weed and coffee,

and make out on the parlor couch

while listening to the Smiths on the record player.

 

II.

The wind picked up

pushing the fountain mist

into our faces.

I held off as long as I could, but it still

shocked her when I leaned in for the kiss.

She was surprised but she didn’t resist.

She tasted of college life and cigarettes.

 

III.

The perfect spot in the park

with a nice mix of sun and shade

to lay down a blanket

play guitar, eat yummy snacks

and talk myself out of making a move

on her.

The stakes were just too high on this one.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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