Reviews for I call it love
D. Cowman chapter 1 . 5/25/2012
I don't know if you know how poetically I think of you, so here:

On nights of sheer experimentation, I dream of us together in head shops. Sitting together in random booths, eating grapefruit pulp out of flimsy tin foil trays. I ask you, "Might I have some of your delicious papaya juice to sweeten my pulp?" and you pretend like you don't want to give it to me. I point at a trinket on the wall, some dreaded guru figurine, and you shake your head, "No, I want a tattoo of that." Your finger leads my eyes to a large elegant, perfectly Bonnie fruit bat. I smile, because I love you and we're near each other and our knees are colliding under the table like it's a game. You laugh and I cling to the gap in your teeth.