jacqui puts on her two a.m. smile
at one in the afternoon.
bobby has the gleam
of a salesman
before the ink has dried
on the dotted line.
they order coffees
and find a seat,
the software deemed
that it was time to meet.
they touch hands, make plans,
and shiver in sync.
expand, share dreams,
arrange to follow
each others tweets.
hiking and cycling,
movies and beach,
sharing fires and books,
they're on the same network,
gone for the same hooks.
the milky sky outside
reeks of scorched steel
but he's only aware of her eyes
and the hair she's got twisted
round her finger. and jaqui
can't keep from staring
at the dimples that form
on his cheeks every time
his smile is born.
they decide,
it's too nice a day
to linger inside.
better instead
to walk hand in hand
beneath the swaying palms
of anchorage.
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