Playing - Angel; Leona Lewis
The upbeat rhythm that pushes the song along, sustained and steady, fuses into an assuring buzz that charges the atoms of the night with a slow pulsating energy. It is my first darkness in a long time that is baked with a warm glow. This time, I am not an insomniac suspended in cold liquid pain, with the night anchoring a raw fury that can only be placated with loneliness, wandering along the sidewalks of evasive dreams, rose petals broken in places and colors seeping away, dark ink diffusing. No, tonight I want it to last because of the half-light, the comfort of company, air damp with the erotic taste of delicious wine and sweet cheese, patterns of angel wings projected upon the white cement wall, filament humming with incandescence.
And two shadows, one, head bent and heart dancing, you, soft snores emanating, your body a soft, peaceful frame that docks the hypnotic magic washing over my skin.
