Their meeting was in
Black and white,
Without depth of field,
Profondeur,
Past or future.

Grainy soft love
Makes the acquaintance of
Blurry tears of relief.

His strong hands
Grasping
Her adorable balloon
Firmly…
In a valiant effort
To retain her
A moment longer.

Her teeth, lips
Gripping, gnashing
His muscular shoulder
In hopes that he would
Tether her volatility,
Anchor her to the present,
Keep her from floating away.

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