Springtime Love Affair

Let's eat grapes in the sun. They'll break in our mouths and spill over our tongues and teeth with sour sentiment. Let's carve our names like the rest of them do, on the bridges, in the snow, with plus signs and hearts. Even though we were just friends, our hips knocked together like lovers when we pressed our pelvises against the bridge to watch the water pour and roar in springtime fervor.

We forgot about yesterday and tomorrow as we rolled the juice of metaphorical grapes inside our salivating hearts.