PICTURE PERFECT MOMENT

The smell of cheap molasses.

The coffee table and dirty glasses.

The taste of a drunken night.

Before a day of respite.

Here we are on the couch.

Little conversation, enough said.

Just the two of us

comfortable in our silence.

The rain drops against the window

and the shade from the outside willow,

makes the living room dim but

we thrive in the somber atmosphere.

Pen scratches to parchment,

the room engulfs the takeout scent.

Working on our studies,

a moment so lovely.

We’re divergent stars

living in the same cluster.

Not quite birds of a feather,

but still growing together.

And I couldn’t ask for better,

he makes my life sweeter.

I won’t ask for our black lips locked,

a game of backseat bingo,

I won’t stain our skins.

I was denied your golden life,

all was lost and led me to him.

And I won’t let him go,

he’s my red ribbon, my darling boy.