like a thief stealing kisses if only they were stolen rather than given. exposed like the light keepers that the senses perceive at once concealing and revealing the stories never told including those nestled in the soft part behind your collar bone. miniature landscapes shaping all of your selves into whoever you are today.
the evening grows in size and you return again. hands full and with snowflakes caught on eyelashes. wondering what the night sees when shadows are thrown on this city that sparkles and the collusion of realities blurs the way symbolic echoes reverberate in the moments just before waking and you find yourself re-aquainted with the answers before you know the questions.