We thought that we had arrived
The destination a date in fall
A summer ending in bright beaches, bodies,
Bare nights and white pillows
A backdrop to seduction in late night discussions
Back to back nestled in …
An idea of partnering, pairing
Becomes exotic a reaching point
An arc in a story
It finally arrives and with it doubt
The unraveling and unprepared
The risk of putting it on owning it
Then not being ready for it.
We shall see
We shall feel
And we do
Through worded talks
Blue walls, busy sidewalks, office emails
The daily organization of life and then the idea
The pop-up store, the well-curated love
Carefully planned, photographed, a perfect pair
Sellable, palatable, people buy it.
It looks good it works
Oh but the work
No more easy distribution no more easy time
We come to the sidewalk, bare and twisted
The countdown the inevitable
The sun rises and sets, this sentence and a period
One foot in front of the other
Sure we are on a journey but we don’t want to make it
It’s easy and it’s difficult.
It’s burdened by desire. Burdened by the idea of polished and perfect and momentous.
It is momentous.
We have decided.