No tents allowed

Washington DC

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I’ve left my job early every day this week hoping by chance we’d meet once again at our special spot. Don’t play coy, you know the place- in the cool shade of the Metro underpass, just out of sight of the “no tents allowed” sign. I knew you were a rebel the first time you sensually slid the zipper open and peered out from behind your mound of valuables to grunt flirtatiously at me. The dollar I gave you was like the first earned dollar of a new business, a symbol of something great to come. I’ve lain awake at night for hours pondering why you ate it, but can only conclude it’s your way of making a part of me, a part of you. A hopeless romantic you are. A perfect match for the romantic in me who waits patiently for you in the cool shade of the Metro underpass…