Casual Encounter

Starless sky Two fire-flies Drunk and high Waltzed while no one watched. Eye locked and pandering they just can't stand it, to leave well enough alone, situations facing malevolent half-tones. Skating on ice in the form of her name tracing the ups and downs we fell through again. I'm alone Not really; all gone. Have crayons to write notes, scribed on the windshields next to the morning-jar faces.