XCLI.

You can sing me any song you like.
I'll sway to any rhythm you can dream.
I am always lacking in color when it comes to romance.
Red. Fill me in.
When I think about you, and the way your hair falls it always always reminds me of concrete.
Of the way that the zephyr sweeps low over these streets.
These streets are my home, if I've ever had one.
And you are my solace.
Breathe, sing, collapse.
With me.
God, there is an eden, there is a heaven.
It's in your eyes, in these moments, in this space, when we converge.
Touch, scream, collapse.
With me.