Our bodies perfuming and warming the near dark of your room with our afterglow. We were watching a movie we’d seen countless times, the one where an old flame promises that they’ll always have Paris.
We were already making love before the end. The screen is still on wallpaper now. I move to close it and watch you.
Bathed in a hue of pixel rainbows. It made me think of sprawling futuristic cityscapes glowing at night. Of love frozen in noir tales, nostalgia for a place and time I’ve never touched or known
But you’re there.
Forever radiant in dreams.
