Scroll I through bluegrass country
eye alone and on a lookout
drowned in spirits staring at clouds.
Among mechanical waves crushing
on concrete shores lined with glass and grit.
A lonely whistle howls down that line,
a sole engineer earns his wage.
A glass mostly empty for now
but my soul awake and full of glee.
Why but for I am soon to be free.
“hey bae, whatcha doing?” He asked kissing the back of my head.
“Nothing, just making some dinner.” I replied turning my head pecking him on the lips.
“Soooo, you know what friday is?” He asked hugging me from behind.
“What’s friday?” I asked confused.
“Seriously bae, it’s Valentine’s Day!” he said excited.
“Oh Bruno, I thought we agreed we weren’t doing anything for Valentine’s day.” I said.
“aww c’mon baby, I wanna do something special for you.” he said pouting.
“Bru, you always do special things for me.” I said.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Well, just this month, you bought me a ring, you take me out all the time and you know, everyday is valentine’s day for me.” I said.
“yeah but this is our first Valentine’s Day and it’s the first of many. just me and you baby, nothing big, some candles, chocolates, a shitty movie we can laugh at and then maybe we can get liquored up and do the do.” He said touching his nose to mine.
“Fine, but if we do celebrate, I wanna be the guy. You always make me feel special so I wanna make you feel special, ya know, shower you with gifts, buy you flowers, rub your back, kiss your neck.” I said kissing him softly on his collar bone.
“Alright alright, I’ll let you plan it. Just don’t forget the whiskey.” he said
“No, friday I get the whiskey and you get the frilly pink champagne.” I laughed.