White

The cold bit at our faces as we glided through the city weightless.

Dark, sullen, wet the passers by sloughed, layers of hardship and labor pressing into their shapes.

‘Here’ my lover gestured as we stepped into the dark structure, stained glass illuminating the wood floor and walls. Moods light and airy pushing into the melancholy room.

Our smiles piercing the occupants one by one and our soft touches upon each other stirring an uncomfortable stare.

Unrequited lips, downcast eyes, crooked shoulders fed our fire as it smothered those around us.

“Another one” I mouthed to the morose bartender who hid his darting eyes and naive lips behind mounds of black curls. His attention bewilderingly immediate as he mixed and poured our libations over ice.

Rain evaporating from our bronzed bodies, racing to cling to the next inhabitant laying a damp, heavy presence upon. Laughs exuding our mouths, sounds tiptoeing across their canyons of regret and shame. Our words dancing, glowing in a circle around us as the evening faded to black.

Cold, heavy desires watching with wonderment and intensity. Beckoning to be invited to twirl and twist in the sparkling, luminescent space, with us…wearing white.