Columbia

Neon lights dance in stillettos across your jet black skin. I trace your curves. They are familiar. They are foreign. They are endless. They meander for miles; I mindlessly follow along. You react to my touch; it sends ripples across your skin, but you don't shy away, you stay.

You are calm. It calms me. It causes my heart to slow; I contemplate. I search my depths for some greater meaning. I don't have enough time to search yours, but I know that within you are a thousand little heartbeats. I'm content.

The stars are out. The lights are low. This bed clanks and clamours as it moves through the dark. I am a passerby in the night. I drift asleep. You stay.