In a movie lullaby to my heart newly furnished with a change in tone,
I run through a most beautiful no-name city to find my one true love.
I run in step to the soft single of a rising star
Blaring through the romantic architecture in an unconscious swarm of popcorn.
Fitting of me like the simple terms of
Vinegar and baking soda,
I run
Passing million-dollar stoops, the homes of
Young struggling bees
In black.
I hand her a ficus after a series of quirky mishaps and comical blunders involving a flower shop
Fresh out of flowers.
We kiss
Colored cuts and bruises
To end at the beginning
With the phrase, "it's a long story."