The clouds hang in the sunless sky like fluffy pink pillows.
The air is still between us. I smell you between the smells…
I’ll kiss the moonlight falling on your breasts this night.
I’ll wander through your hair in search of lost whispers…
The night hung between us
like a forgotten conversation…
It happened at the rave. I was supposed to cover the event as an unofficial photographer. I jumped at the chance as I had never been to a rave before and hadn’t done much night photography.