#akaiza

Dead but delicious...

Speaking in shadows.

Allow me to shed some light on the subject...

grrrrrrr !

Light cotton trousers and dark satin ribbons against dark hair. The spike of a cathedral against a purple sky, rain-slicked cobblestone, and glasses set down on an open-faced book. Closed-lip smiles that break into open-mouthed smiles with dimples to match. A spray of light freckles that you trace across a lover’s skin as you talk, and talk, and talk. Comfortable silences that follow. Hands stained with pencil lead and black ink, light straw picnic baskets on bright green fields, lips stained red with strawberries and then lipstick. Stopping to watch a street musician and resting your head on someone’s shoulder with a contented sigh.

Legs crossed on the cool metal chair of an outdoor café, black-heeled shoes dangling by the toes and the smell of coffee in the air. People watching from the backseat of a taxicab and lips curved with the ghost of a smirk. Bottles of red wine and picnic blankets spread on the grass of a city park at sunset. Cobbled streets and apartments with grated balconies, windows open to a midnight breeze and filtered laughs spilling out of them. Red silk dresses and slow kisses, long candles dripping with wax to mark time spent wisely. Dinners in dimly-lit restaurants, cloth napkins stained with dark red lipstick, and touching feet underneath the table without pulling away. The unwavering sincerity of an abundant life.