quiet romance

we will walk down to the riverside
to see the falls
chew liquorice and guzzle
pomegranate juice.

your hair will shine
even though the clouds are
almost black

i won't tell you
when it's like a fire
lighting the fuse
to my smile just before it explodes
orgasmically all over you

when the rains start,
we'll run
holding hands
and laughing too loud
for anyone but us to be comfortable

until we get to the roadside stand
buy french fries
argue about the proper amount of catsup

then run back into the cold wet afternoon
to dance under the pavillion.