an eternal song.

it is an eternal song for us,

the swirling of the clouds and the blending of the sky with city and light.

the almost-imperceptible taste of sweet cream on the tongue.

our hands clutched together on the fire escape, my caramel on top of your dark teak.

two sets of brown eyes staring into that heaven, watching smoke meld with blue and white, crusaders striving for the highest echelons in that faded blue.

it lacks music, that song, but makes up for it in feeling.