zebrasindenver

young thin love in his black tee with sleeves cut off

skinny white french girl with too much wine for the frail skeleton of her heart

his eyes glaze and a constant smile almost shuts his eyes

she speaks louder now and no one really listening understands

the one thing that is seen and heard clearly from both

is the mounting tension

and the escape that is his drink from the blades that are her words

i watch these two lovers

i listen to these two friends

and thank forever and even more for not allowing myself this

as i smile and sip at my gin

peacefully alone

happily my only critic