For the slim girl of 20 in the long-sleeved white pullover of incomplete opacity, with hints of black.

He, being typically strong and bold; flanked her italicised flair
with himself, dark and handsome; while she, wearing white for purity
told him,sotto voce; that her beauty wasn't everything, that her bleached whites concealed hints of black.

His small angular face;was, when smiled to
intermediately attractive.
as attractive as legs riding up pillion on a little vespa.

together they said, "we are in love because we are in dreams."
"i never played enough fighting games";"nor did I play much Barbie"
and they clicked in their common androgyny,
until, blended in one identity,
they could do no more, but ... wait.

for him to grow into his charms;and her silently sinuous
both hating easy crossword puzzles
and loving to look for wally.

(kepttogether by circumstance)
/
separated by
. punctuated pauses in conversation .
but never too far from joy!