Saturday, August 14, 2010

i like this

she clung to his dark leather jacket as he leaned against the subway pole.
one finger nestled into the deep v of his zipper.

she didn't know the A train then.
didn't know where it would go or end up.
only that he knew.
that he would lead.
and she would continue to cling.

Isn't this lovely and poetic?
I love the sense of mystery & trust...

*via here

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