hilltop house and H,
it was only lonely
from a distance
up there i was anything
but alone
i was Miss California
and H, the judge and jury
i won,
but world peace wasn’t found
and the wind was wing-man
and i beautiful
and H innocent
even when i took my clothes off
in a lower level room
where someone else left theirs
lines from our lives were told
and still i covered certain lines
then we ran from the police
but maybe that last line
was only in my head.
what would have happened?
with many more minutes
with H’s hilltop house
with wind’s billowing breath
and life isn’t
always always about alliteration
(yes, i meant to type it twice)
*Note: I totally failed as far as the photography aspect of this, but the day was absolutely amazing and I wanted to write about it. I took this picture right after I got off the bus today; I told myself I would take a better one on the hike up, I forgot; I told myself I would take a better one at the top, I forgot; I told myself I would take a better one on the hike down, I forgot. I was too busy enjoying an amazing day with an amazing person to focus on taking an amazing photograph. But H did take a couple up top, so we do have photographic evidence of the day. It happened.
