We sat snug by the table with the hovering leg.
We placed a hand to milky carbon copies,
Grasping each other’s breath with curved inky incisions,
We glided.
Across the blank terrain, in the flat fibers,
I constructed our palatial story.
A story of kings and queens adorned in robes,
Gold awnings and crystal chandeliers,
Marble for tables and king crabs for snack.
I sat with you in our palace until i lifted my hands.
The stucco was smeared,
The table wobbly,
electricity off,
and beans cold.
I loved our embrace.
We bled.
We loved.
And we sat.