wondrous, glorious, but brief
(writing this post while listening to adele's love song.) like all encounters, it was short and sweet. i will always remember it. and you. especially you -- your smooth, milky white skin. the curly, shoulder length hair and the way you combed it with your hand. it was a nervous gesture, i later learned. the awkward smile when you asked for a lighter. your tiny lips holding your cigarette. your voice, it was something else, soft and melodious, as though you were still in your bed, dreaming, kissing your lover. i was standing outside of my favourite hunting place in lkf. a favourite past time. looking at the party people in their friday night's best -- hopping from one bar to another. lovers holding hands, embracing each other, kissing on the streets, unmindful of those eyes around them. what is it about love that makes us brave? stronger? shameless? then there were the vampires like myself, searching, looking for the next prey. hungry, but t...