BACK ALLEY 15

i think i hijacked einstein's theory (i'm more feeling than spacetime)

in the distance i can hear the black sea rush; it breezes in through the open window. it's perfect now, the AC running in the background, the waves crashing (barking, engines), carried along by that strange night wind i think the cars make as they surge. my body is half warm shadow met by the cool air, and she's perfect enough on my skin to make me cry. it's as if there's a lover lying on my chest with the way my breathing slows, my body arches into it for a parting kiss—imdriftingimdriftingimdriftingi drift