One on the left, One on the right
By Daisy Dai
Along the pier they walked, hand in hand,
one on the left, one on the right.
It was past dusk. The sun long dipped behind the waves,
but the sky still had remnants of her rays,
mixing with the moon, turning the clouds a soft, grey pink.
She stopped for a second to give him a twirl,
the bottom of her green and white polka dress
blooming, bellowing as bikers peddled past,
one on the left, one on the right.
Their beams giving her light brown hair a soft glimmer, but
her eyes never left his.
Beaming, she gave him another.
He stopped in his tracks to give her space,
the bells of the bikers ting ting tinging
tenderly tinkering as they peddled past,
one on the left, one on the right.
Their trills suggesting they continue walking, but
his eyes never left hers.
Gleaming, he gave her another.
He took her hands into his, bringing them to his lips, and
their eyes never strayed.
Enduring even as he gave her hands a kiss,
one on the left, one on the right.
He gave her one more twirl before interlocking
their fingers once again and away
they continued walking.
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