supercat

“Oh, Bonnie” he smiled.“Clyde” her southern tang glided off her tongue. She was built small and light as a feather. Slim shoulders and a slim waist, she could be swayed by a small gust of Arizonan Desert wind.

Italy
 

he’s my n. 1
figuratively and physically 
my mind invested
our thoughts connected 
constantly reminded of our sudden perfection

exchanging conversation 
engaging in divine creation
 

Sunken eyes
haze over ruined destinies
A chosen path found guilty of pain
but not enough to jump ahead and escape the insane

Broken smiles 
barely leave her face
As its strength is too shallow to reach