Operation: Summer Fling

This is an idea that Max and I discussed in jest at the beginning of the summer. Here's my crack at it.

Operation: Summer Fling

It soon commenced and has now concluded.
The need to forget her pale veined temples
Led me by way of prerecorded strings
In the contemporary classical vein
To a strip mall selling synthetic hoopla.
A scenarist's stand was advertising
Four month spots that were sure to satisfy
Those who hate disciplined improvisation.

I asked: "Which one is the best?" The answer was:
"They are all the best. Equality rules."
So, with decision eliminated
I reached for the nearest stack, when the tanned arm
Of incursion joined the mise en scène and
Bumped me in pursuit of the same dream rag.
Startling my boredom she smiled and
We both apologized to cancel out blame.

"Let's look on together," she suggested.
My automatic reply was: "Why not?"
We read the assigned roles of BOY and GIRL.
"I have a Vitamin D deficiency.
Might we head to the municipal pool?"
"Indeed. We can float in the shallow end.
Let's pretend we are fleshed out gondolas
Pushed by bubble jets down Venetian canals."

This dialogue became addictive and
We really hit our stride after one month.
With the right lighting and make-up it was
Magic hour throughout all of June and July.
When the sun set in late August we cried
And peeled the animated hearts off of
Each other's eyes only to find the words:
Lost and Lonely. It was pretty disgusting.