flawed souls

eleven

her

he performs one last song,
smiling into the lines.
"woohoo! go north!" i shout excessively loudly,

once the guitar stops emitting sound
he bids adieu to his friends in the cafe, grabs my hand and runs
outside, where the moonlight is breaking through the night

west opens his arms and lifts his head, grinning
he does not open his eyes, "lotus, imitate me."
i oblige, because he seems happy

"three, two—one."

-

him

as the sky cries,
i embrace its tears and feel them
pierce through my clothes and settle within

"oh my gosh," gushes lotus, her giggles in the air

i open my eyes and look at her,
"are you having fun?!" i shout, barely hearing myself
through the desperate cries of the sky
"yes!!!" she screams, her clothes clinging to her

and i don't know what overcomes me at that moment,
maybe it's the way she is smiling
or the way her eyes are laughing
or the way she looks like a total mess

but i walk towards her slowly and grab her face
as gently as i possibly can, cradling it
on the contrary of how the earth greets
the rain by letting it hit its harsh ground

her eyes meet mine and they are a
dark blue mingled with gray
"hi," she says

our lips meet and greet.