one

summer

cool in the record store we waited in line

you had your head resting on my chest

your hands on my shoulders

while my arms encircled you

 

i had never felt more at peace

then at that moment

 

people were staring

our tranquility must have been apparent

and somehow disturbing

 

then someone said, “next please”

and we became consumers

and were once again one with the world

 

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