Fusion: the teenagers

I wish there was a way I could describe you.

With a beauty so immense you’ve got me entrenched in such a deep fascination

I would do anything for you

And I long to once again be enveloped in this deep, double edged infatuation

You are the shooting star upon which much of my hope is set

You are the gleam that perpetuates my own sanguine assessment

And in your fervor, I find my rest

In your warmth, I find my rest

In you, dear bride, I find my oh so elusive rest[1]

A young woman looked on from the woods as a younger man sat and wrote in his journal. The young man sat on the ground, leaning up against the metal shrine; which looked like the space shuttles of old. The girl looked around cautiously to make sure no one else was around. Then, after confirming the absence of the rest of the community, she went out into the clearing.

“Whatcha writing?” She asked, almost startling the young man.

“Um!” the boy stood up and quickly closed his book, “Nothing! I was just, uh, thinking about when the fathers got here.”

“Yeah…” the girl said smiling as she inched closer, “What about it?”

The boy set his journal down, “I just wish that we knew more of the story, that’s all.”

The girl got closer, “What about now? Don’t you want to know more about this story?”

The boy smiled and kissed her. He placed his arms around her and began to lead her in a dance and she started to laugh. “What?” asked the boy, “It’s not like we need drums to dance.”

“You’re so sweet,” she admitted, “When are you gonna talk to my dad?”

The boy stopped, “You know that I’ve got to perfect my trade first. I can’t just marry you without first earning my place in this community. You know these are the only woods and the only people on the whole planet.”

“You worry too much,” said the girl.

Suddenly, the two heard sounds that they had never heard before. It sounded organic, but loud and harsh and ended with a pitiful whimper. They looked at each other and started toward the blare. After finding their path in the woods, the one that led back to the village, they were frightened by a loud boom that echoed ominously through the dense trees.

[1] This poem is dedicated to my wife, Kati Cannon


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