Each glance

Each look they give each other is a story

A story unraveling in each touch

Long blonde hair, blue eyes

A circus clown, now a scientist

Eyes that hide, but when they see

Soft gray eyes like the moon

The story skips to romance now,

Their past forms grown, similar but different

And the days fly by in a deep sense of appreciation,

Each meal prepared and served by the scientist, lands a kiss

On the pages,

And each time they clean up together and dance 🎶

Laughing with their eyes,

Creates a little footnote on the bottom of their new chapter,

That reads,

“His eyes looked upon the lovely, gruff looking man with wild, dark purple hair like he just stepped into a midsummer’s dream, begging to seep into the pores of their adventures, to marry him, and never, ever let go.”

They liked to listen to Sir Elton John and Dua Lipa.

Popee would put on Cold Heart with Sir Elton John and Dua Lipa, and put up his hair with pink and yellow barrettes with little sparkles on them. (The ones Kedamono picked out for him)

And he’d make Kedamono watch him dance to it,

Slowly, teasingly, like an acrobat

Lip syncing to Dua Lipa’s crisp, cool crooning,

soft blue eyes, long blonde hair

telling him their story in a half lidded sparkle pose—-

Kedamono unravels like a spool of yarn,

Feeling like the days will never end,

And each footnote gets better and better.

Kedamono’s footnote is a haiku:

Your dance, blossoms fall/

/Deep blue eyes like the ocean, love

/I dip you, spring starts

And now they dance the tango,

Landing kisses as accurately as the old blows from cannonballs to a live target(Kedamono!!); from their crazy circus days.