Sapphirism

In the dead of the night, I tell you, “Come with me.” You throw on some clothes and go grab your keys. Four headlights flash through the empty night; A trail of roses is the only thing we leave behind.   Now the sun is up, all the mannequins are stripped bare! Their jewels are pinned on us, so are their laser stares. A distant siren sounds just as our wings pull for flight, The thrill of the chase chases us into a place they can’t find.   Our furtive glances trace a road as crooked as our love, As we ooh and ah over the treasures in our trove. Your head’s on my shoulder, your hand is on my thigh, We’re drifting off together just before they arrive.   The sound travels before the light, an electric scream; The beacons surrounding us stop us right in between. Matching grey bracelets, now we’re headed behind bars, Eyes drawing schemes of escaping under the stars.   The sky blushes pink as two tired bodies climb out, Outfly the vultures, always on

She doesn’t quite agree with what he says, but she replies, “Yeah, true”, because the threads holding them together are frayed and fragile. She tells herself to dance along to his strings, to clap at his speeches, to laugh at his jokes, even when her feet are weary, when her jaw is aching, when she would rather cuddle with her pillows. After all, it will be worth it when their strings become tangled and tensile. She does love him, it’s just that, these parts of his lifestyle fill her with immense dread. Crowds make her chest too tight to breathe. Loud music gives her a headache. And meeting too many smiling strangers simply drains her soul. Persevere , she tells herself, and you will obtain what you seek. Just hang on a little longer. As she watches his distant figure, poised and sharp, walking to the lectern with some papers in hand, she wonders what parts of her he has to tolerate. If he really wanted to go to that Chinese restaurant for dinner last week. Whether he likes her new