The radio played, "it's been more than just a while--"
When the bell rang, her cup finished filling.
He stepped in the fray. A voice spoke through a smile:
"My sweet gullet's both ready and willing!"
She went in the din. The sound bubbled and rised up.
From the back crept an ill-hushed-up moaning.
He looked at her skin. It filled both his eyes up.
The pump fell. The tap spat out, foaming.
A hand cupped an ear. A slur whispered two names:
"They're both tangled, entwined, and together."
When the coast became clear, a bowl swallowed up flames.
His nose noticed a change in the weather.

From the yard came a heave. A voice spoke through a tooth-glow:
"Here's the last of a dusted endeavor!"
Smoke curled and weaved. She let in the wind-blow.
Through the mist, the song asked: "have you ever?"
A voice burst aloud. The shot grabbed her attention.
"You can choose between me and what's fuming!"
From a shape in the crowd, a call cracked the dissention:
"With some help, we'll continue consuming."
A glass ditched a grip. The goods gushed with the shatter.
Through the breaking he heard someone holler.
A voice left her lip: "there's a bloat in my bladder."
A cup passed. A hand put in a dollar.

A throat choked and fried. A lung burned, caterwauling.
The song sang: "the love we pretended."
His gut squealed and cried--it heard the can calling.
A croak wailed, "our dry throats must be mended!"
He pushed through the swarm. It hissed expectation.
From the head the line streamed to the distance.
Her eyes saw his form. It rushed her location.
Through the gate rolled a dose of deliverance.
The mob lunged the flow. The punch poured out in splashes.
A brain bathed in the flooding contently.
His hand arose slow. She let fall her lashes.
In the darkness, he brushed her hair gently.