Kindred

Moments that exist in the paradigm that is surnamed perfection
Fleet as if betrothed to the past and running late...
Like sweet cream & cookie's revolution against the seams of a fractured ice cream cone not strong enough...
Velvety streams of this chilly rebellion trickled down the side wall her left hand
Moments before a tyrannical tongue dammed its freshet with perched lips and a tilted neck...
They melded that Friday afternoon
Like fire and satiety
In the midst of a civil war that took place in a Ben & Jerry's lobby.
He and she existed betwixt a modern world and fantasy...
Crossed limbs and a comfortable slouch
Melted ice cream and warm glances
Half empty coffee mugs and soda glasses...
Laughter from soul pits
Silly faces from opposing walls in rooms
This is a beautiful place.
:)