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Drinking malt whiskey in a bar in West End
the smoke cocooning us in lazy curls
I watch the fall of dew of the glass on your hand
your fairy elf smile and shy eyes meeting mine.
The air is cold at 1 a.m. and our breath is before us
we breathe each other in.
I catch your hand
and you offer me your coat
but I'd rather feel my own heartbeat in my chest
insistent to be warm
warmed by your words and your press of your body alone.
We get lost in the city together
10 hours of steps tattooed into asphalt
and of drinks left full of hushed promises
waiting on empty tables
the soft slush ice melting pink like the blush
on your face.  
We're leaving footprints through empty streets
a disappearing trail of breadcrumbs
to find ourselves again
and the backstreets are a home for restless feet
and wanderlust.
I could listen to your laugh forever
and wrap myself in your voice.
We laugh and stand together over the river
the city lights soft blurs
on the water like a surrealist world.
We talk about art and love and beauty
and find a hit of caffeine
the cafes are shut behind locked doors
and waiters in restaurants smile and gently chase us on
for closing.
The train stations are empty
and strangers holler at us with empty gestures
of sex and cigarettes
and your lips lift at the corners
with an unselfconscious love of the world
your gentleness with words for other's histories hidden beneath winter coats.
The cold echoes in our bones
and hollows our souls
we trespass over black streets
and traverse the secrets of ourselves.
Your shadow cuts the halo of a streetlight
its feet lost in the shape of
a camera obscura.
You show me the building of your past
exhibitions
and I we talk about the nakedness
of ourselves
in art.
She's beautiful :)
I love the way artists see the world.
This was a wonderful night in the city. We wandered for 10 hours, talking. It was freezing and beautiful.
We were moved on from place to place as things were closing. Some waiters let us stay with our drinks while they ate dinner at the end of their shift, which was sweet.
She has a very elven little smile. She always makes me think of beautiful little fairies :heart:

LillefeyI breathe words into your lungs
trapping syllables inside your ribs until they echo
inside
shadow words taking form;
hope flight resting in the spaces
until we speak with the same tongue
tripping whole and unwhole,
until we breathe together (as one).
Your rhythm is mine
and I'm torn asunder in the gentle warmth of you.
Your body is a ship in the ocean
held underneath salt crystals that clasp you
as tight as an oyster
and I open your dress and let it fall
to the sand
and my hands trace those tender curves in the wan light
of morning, in a sea we created last night.
You see yourself as a wreck you seek to plunder
but I see only the skeleton o
The Morning BeautifulI love this; beautiful.
I love this, beautiful.
The light, this
morning.
Mornings curling you up into a tea cup
to drink
and be warm.
Beautiful, I love this; I love you.
Light falling
This is just -
beautiful.
Curled up with you
warmed by mornings
and tea in a cup
and I love you.
I love this, I love you.
I love you just like this,
in the cup of morning.
Drinking light and being warmed
from the inside out
It's beautiful in the morning.
waking up
with you.
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