Cinderella shoes can’t carry me away from this.
I slide over next to him and place my hand upon his thigh. He looks at me, he holds my gaze for some time. Not now he says, lines must be drawn. I am being moved aside. I walk over to the bar and pour us each a glass of wine. We make a toast and we begin. We draw the lines, on the sand, up the stairs, over the water, and in the tree lined street, across the Merry go Round and through the forest. until we find ourselves at the edge of the oceans reach. That is where we discover the beginning of each other. Now tied together, we sway, feeling how, it took so long to get here,
our hearts are pounding with in the possibilities of the new times to come.
The lines we drew, have now become none.