Sometimes, it’s more than a meeting of minds.
Entirely on its own.
Stands up to the blistering light.
The humming of the night hushes the blemishes left by words that cannot be spoken.
Postponed for another time.
We return to the spot.
Once upon a time, in a valley far away called Mistletoe Ridge… There lived a young, eager lady named Biscuit. Biscuit had dedicated her life to searching for all things good in people to quench this perpetual thirst for pleasure that possessed. Always going out of her wet way to accommodate eligible suitors… Until she bumped into a delightful young president while trawling for bargains at the nearby market… His willingness struck her as rather sudden… She often dreamed of partnering with a suitable president. But she never deemed it possible, that a humble maiden such as herself would be afforded such privilege… Until the day she met and shook hands with the president…