by the time they met, he had given up any thought of romance
once an idealist; now carrying the weight of his past relationships like a talisman.
an emotional burden that assured he would never feel dizzyingly emotional about her or the next,
or the one after that
don’t let yourself be heard this time
he was withholding
she couldn’t understand why
she had been so direct;
in her eyes, he was the window to the world
they thought doing acid together would break new ground and so it happened one perfect afternoon.
the weather was biblical;
the sky was hypnotic,
the trees, pulsating
we are all becoming gods