STORY OF YESTERDAY

we


halt our night. calling for a cab. "i'm a lush for your love" :: song of tori amos ::

and

we stand close, wordless but our air is pregnant with solemn love. i see our reflection in the shop window. they sell expensive orange lounge chairs, and chandaliers [that look mild without electricity]. it's crisp. it's a warm night.

i miss you even when you are near.

i want to paint our minds. cool you. "i see us sending rainbow thoughts" :: song of yoko ono ::