pyrotechniques

the finale was
pretty
huge
royal blue
spread
over the night sky
over all of us
i watched half of it
in your eyes
reflected in light ripples
on the harbour
you squeezed my hand
i shut up
sound
echoed
off the ever green
tree-covered hills
on the other side
you cringed
i kissed your shoulder
no
right there
i sang the tragically hip’s
fireworks
i whispered that
i love the hockey references
and swearing in it
even though i
definitely
prefer their old stuff
quelle surprise
you smirked
between sips of
an iced coffee dealie
i know some french too
little cuteness
qui craint le danger
ne doit pas aller en mer

you replied
i’ll google that shit later
you
pushed back
into me
realized
i’m behind you
always
and that you don’t
like your symbolism
to be too subtle
and then
ever so slightly
oppressive quiet
as the single mom
next to us
packed up her brood
and prayed
that fresh air
would make them go
to sleep early
you wiggled back into me
more
i wrapped my arms around you
tighter
one high
breast-level
one across your stomach
boats bobbed
together
on the water
on the moonlight
we felt it
i wish we were alone
one of us said
and when you
squeezed my hand again
we were

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3 Responses

  1. Rene Foran says:

    you sure can paint a picture, Peter De Wolf

  2. “I’ll google that shit later” hahah that’s my favorite part of this whole thing!

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