oh baby,

i'm not a girl who loves dates
at fancy restaurants or places
where the food feels like a chore
which you eat mannerly with proper steps
and wear clothes so formal that
i'm not comfortable in or wear occasionally
having to follow certain way
i carry myself and you carry you
making us feel restrained.

i would rather have us watching the sunset
the orange trying to leak in the sky
from the dipping sun at the horizon
while sitting on the hood of a car
with champagne bottles clinking together,
our interlaced hands dancing over fingers,
slightly drunk on laughter, love chocolates and alcohol,
as the strong winds whip on our faces with their loving touch
and i would consider this a date.

both of us lying on earthy grass
the feel of the earth on my back along
with the taste of nature, strawberries and you on my lips
as we count the stars
that blesses the alluring night sky
while we marvel for hours, minutes, seconds
how the moon enchants me to its mystery
and seems to steal me from you
—and this would be a date too.

i would love to have us
in the floral orchid garden of our rustic rooftop
with your arms around my body warming me up
along with the overlarge blanket around us
on a chilly november morning
with you stealing the taste of coffee
from my mug and my lips
as we watch the wintry sun rise
and finally bathe us in its warming glow
and gosh, this would still be a date for me.

but at the end of musings,
i don't care much where or how
we have our comfortable dates
as long as i have
you, me, and us.

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