| My name is Elisabeth Penella Thompson. This is me. I am in love. That's all there is. |


Parallel LinesWork is always work until it's close to knock-off time.Parallel Lines
He gets off at 1:57. I suspect it's officially two but he's always in for afternoon tea by then. He is the last customer I serve. From behind my cash register I watch him leave the sports store and cross the mall. There's always a heavy flow of shoppers on weekdays, skipping from sale to sale, rushing left and right. He looks in neither direction, but walks straight across, forcing other to move to avoid him. I like to think it's me he's walking towards with such purpose in his in his stride.
He orders a medium latte and an M+M cookie every day. Coffee for a guy


Brief RomanceYou and I skipped the length of the wall on tiptoes. I laughed as I ran and you followed, always a few paces behind, smiling in my wake.Brief Romance
I grasped the wire fence and scaled it with little effort. I swung my leg over and sat perched on the top.
You stood at the bottom looking up at me, your hands placed on your hips in mock-dissaproval. I laughed and called out your name for all the world to hear. You proceeded without hesitation.
Together, we conquered a wall, you lending me your shoulder for a moment. Pigeons scattered in fright as I hauled myself up to the rooftop. I turned and offered a hand to you.
so there.
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Thank you, you're lovely
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Simba...
No, I'm Jesus, LOL
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And I can hold them all in my palm
I watch the sea creep round the corner
It connects the dots from here to you
The sunlight burning through the loose flags
Painted high on white church walls
I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
Until I'm out of breath for trying
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