Neon Stories

You were a blur of fair skin awash in neon light rushing towards me, pinning me against the wall. I could barely make out the electronic music playing from inside the club. It was just a faint transmission of synths and bass, the pulsing soundtrack like music from within a distant feverish dream.  In the narrow alleyway, your lips cover mine in a way that almost betrays the softness of your skin and body. There's nothing...

We're burning beneath neon light and her body is featherweight bliss racing to dance and glide against my own,nothing left to hold these measured fevers back. And I'm remembering the day I gave her my heart at the bridge,told her what I can't tell anyone elsebefore warm lips graced my cheekand I wished she was all that I needed. But now the beat pauses and the crowd parts,an ocean separating for us to collide,our names ca...