I want to dance with you to music muddled with our laughter. There’s bottles, cups and bowls full of water and color. They make beauty in the air as we celebrate the freedom of our love.

Blue dripping from your hair to my hand. To the edges of our kisses.

The deposit is lost and they were going to change the carpet anyways.

Kiss, love, sex, passion and freedom.

We have each other by the hips, shoulders, hair…

It’s okay to walk away.