The Plan:

well, we can either break up or fall in love, she said.

after all, it is spring.

when these things happen.

let’s fall in love, again. he said.

again means it happened once already.

of course it did.

everyone falls in love in the spring.

love in the winter, fall in love in the summer.

that’s the plan, she said.

it’s a great plan. he said.

you touch me. i hear the sound of mandolins.

wild as the air.
whipping through the moonlight and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck.
caressing knuckles. kissing bumpers.
wild as a whip on a sunny day.
slashing tires and touching backs.
breathing wet lips and squelching mad hatters.
gold lamee ribbons tickle the trees
till they giggle into a gaggle of geese.
cling to me.