Parking Lot Lovers.

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Parking lot lovers ; I love I miss; parking lot lovers. A love I miss.

It is a fire 
Like the fires that line the alleyways
A necessary thing 
To keep alive and warm 
To shelter from the frozen concrete 
And the darkest hairs of midnight 
Overrun by city strobes 
And the neon discord 
Of discos and dive bars.
Sweethearts 
Street smarts 
Without a penny 
But 
With a love 
To fill their belly 
With a hunger, that will better their very beings.
Imperfect perfection 
On the upside of 
abandon 
With a concern 
That shares the last cigarette 
And keeps a watch 
Where strangers step 
And pull close to each other 
In pictures ;
A rebellion called charity 
Scribbled on the backs of photographs 
Signed XOXO
And lipstick pressed and sealed 
Love you 
Tattoo 
A permanent reminder 
Of the one you knew 
Would be - The One
Until the world crashes into the sun 
A middle finger 
To those who doubted 
This love 
From the rooftops shouted .

Parking lot lovers I love I miss; parking lot lovers a love I miss.

The true Love
That held her hair back 
In the bathroom stall 
And told her it’s OK 
The love 
That visited him 
In jail ,
And  “forgot “ to wear a bra
And winked and leaned 
Through the glass 
The two hands 
That pressed against 
And mouthed
The undying love 
A commitment 
That won’t condemn flaw 
That sneaks out the window 
Or in the window 
For impromptu sleepovers 
Without a word 
Under the covers 
Understood 
A good that most would 
Overlook 
Or look down on 
Turn the other cheek 
Or frown on 
The parking lot lovers 
And honesty 
Missing 
Too few and far between 
The truth 
The most beautiful 
I’ve ever seen .
The proverbial 
Back against the wall 
Late night strolls 
Through the park ,
Talk of things to come ;
Things that are not 
That should be .
Of their love,
And what it will do -
-What it has done already.

Parking lot lovers , 
A love I miss ……
Parking lot lovers I love I miss parking lot lovers. I love I miss. Parking lot lovers a love I miss.

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Parking lot lovers With a love you’d see Graffitied Under a bridge 4evr Street corner couples Hustle and bustle Huddle together Their forever Is today Any future Uncertain But certainly sincere In their commitment Thin frames And long shadows Smoke Under buzzing yellow street lights Embracing one another Never one without The other , And their love . Something pure In its simplicity The bruit will surpassing shallow egos Shining through Like the headlights As they skip Holding hands Down the railroad tracks Making their own destiny A youthful thing , This love , That rare creature That most , With their careers , Their cameos , Their tax return returns , Frequent flyer miles, Designer attire , And 401(k)s Will never experience . Parking lot lovers ; I love I miss; parking lot lovers. A love I miss. It is a fire Like the fires that line the alleyways A necessary thing To keep alive and warm To shelter from the frozen concrete And the darkest hairs of midnight Overrun by city strobes And the neon discord Of discos and dive bars. Sweethearts Street smarts Without a penny But With a love To fill their belly With a hunger, that will better their very beings. Imperfect perfection On the upside of abandon With a concern That shares the last cigarette And keeps a watch Where strangers step And pull close to each other In pictures ; A rebellion called charity Scribbled on the backs of photographs Signed XOXO And lipstick pressed and sealed Love you Tattoo A permanent reminder Of the one you knew Would be - The One Until the world crashes into the sun A middle finger To those who doubted This love From the rooftops shouted . Parking lot lovers I love I miss; parking lot lovers a love I miss. The true Love That held her hair back In the bathroom stall And told her it’s OK The love That visited him In jail , And “forgot “ to wear a bra And winked and leaned Through the glass The two hands That pressed against And mouthed The undying love A commitment That won’t condemn flaw That sneaks out the window Or in the window For impromptu sleepovers Without a word Under the covers Understood A good that most would Overlook Or look down on Turn the other cheek Or frown on The parking lot lovers And honesty Missing Too few and far between The truth The most beautiful I’ve ever seen . The proverbial Back against the wall Late night strolls Through the park , Talk of things to come ; Things that are not That should be . Of their love, And what it will do - -What it has done already. Parking lot lovers , A love I miss …… Parking lot lovers I love I miss parking lot lovers. I love I miss. Parking lot lovers a love I miss.

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