day 200

One boy and one girl - you might just call them a couple -
one waiting for the hotcakes, and the other waiting to be served.
Two minutes later, she, still dreamy,
eats her hotcakes as if they are always meant to be there for her.
He, as usual, provides without a complaint.
They are sloppy, smelly, but yes, happy.
Three hotcakes each (He ate everything; She 2 and a half) later,
she clears the makings of his love and dumps them.
He, annoyed at her sloppiness (without looking at himself),
proceeds to do what he must - he sleeps. She,
four minutes after peeing, and leaving the milo un-drank,
happy that her morning continues with
five more hours of sleep, must be mistaken because it will be
6pm when they leave his room again. Are they lovers?
He could ask her repeatedly if she is getting married;
and she could ignore him and instead discuss about
unborn children and cross-breed puppies.
Seven months later, it appears that they have got to nowhere -
but that they believe is precisely where they want to be.
Tell her that there are eight more kisses to go before he lets go.
And tell him that there are nine more hugs before she decides to let go.
But most of all, while breathing in and out for ten more breaths,
they have already disguised themselves a boy and a girl -
being who previous boys and girls have been.