festive field

catefrances

she was a late blooming flower child
he looked like johnny borell on speed
they met in a field, knee deep in mud
she stumbled and swore
then filled the sky with a smile ten miles wide
as he caught her elbow
he didnt have a chance
she asked if he liked kasabian
and he didnt trust himself to say no
his skinny jeans and angled hair drooping over his brow
made her wonder. he wondered too
her friends showed up and whisked her away
on a wave of promise and things not said
he cursed himself as she disappeared
but he remembered her beatific smile
and how it made him feel calm
even as his heart beat wildly within