Amanda & Mike | Howlovely

I saw the best lovers of my generation smitten by love, smiling excited married,
dancing themselves through the painted afternoon streets looking for a coffee fix,
happy-headed well-wishers glowing for the recent heavenly connection twix the starry-eyed duo in the ballet of affection,
who sprouts and leaves sparkling and sat up drinking in the supernatural dark roast
of hot-water cups floating across the tops of counters contemplating eternity,
who bared their souls to each other under the banner and saw chubby cupids hiding on flat top roofs illuminated,
who passed through threatre and brick and sun with radiant eyes beseiging Hamilton and stop-light miracle among the scholars of Brandy,
who were recessed from the annex for friends and blood singing a warmly ode on the air of a home,
who embraced in roofless rooms in veils, hiding their kissing in screens and listening to hearbeats at the wall,
who got congratulated for the public kisses returning through and through with a squarefold in pocket white,
who ate rosemary chops in Winona Vines or drank wine in Paradise, life, or middled their torsos at the end of the night,
with dreams, with speech, with hugging tears, alcohol, and roast and endless laughs,
incomparable open streets of endless cloud and lightning in the heart leaping towards
and illuminating motionless moments in blue streams of sparks with watery notions of humour in pirate hats between,
In icing consumption of playful squeeze of a goodbye mirage in forevers, embrace,
Amanda & Mike, Amanda and Mike.