12:48 a.m.
monday morn —
bedroom parlour
***
his lashes collapsed
under his brown orbs.
murmuring a silent
'thank you' to the
queen of the sky.
then he bestowed
me his glance and
showered me the
warmth of his
blithe smile.
"do you perhaps,
want to roam with
me? to ruins of the
ancient and empires
above skies?"
a smile slept its way
across the borders
of my mouth. a first
in a week. as much
as i wanted to fake
it — merriment did
not grant me the
pleasure to.
"and pray tell, how
would you propose
we do that without
leaving the comforts
of my quarters —
child of the sun?"
***
YOU ARE READING
Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
Poesia"you and - me, we traversed at the eve of the colossal pages of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of rui...
