Cobblestone and Sisterhood

We took

our shoes

off and

walked

over the hot

cobblestone

smoking our

cigarettes. 

Our

reflections 

trapped our 

youth and beauty

as we passed

by the stores 

down by

the waterfront.

I was wearing

your shirt

and the smell

of your expensive 

perfume

soaked unto me. 

You wore my 

cheap bracelet 

that you adored. 

We let the 

humid 

air challenge

our dreams.

But we would

win.

We would

take over 

the world. 

As we walked

the passing men

would look

back at us

and call 

us to come

over,

we would 

never turn 

around.

Ignoring them

made us

feel invincible,

because the 

whisper of

having 

to dance around

them later 

was swimming

in the river and

the air. 

We would

have time

for men

later.

Right 

now it 

was hot

cobblestone

and our

laughter.

And 

the love of

our independence,

our 

sisterhood.