Cigarettes, Wine and Chocolates

We shared some wine and chocolates, listening to music in bed. It wasn’t anything romantic but neither did I feel for it to be platonic. She read the little sticky notes of my poetry aloud. We spoke of what we were afraid of and what’d be of our happiest moments.

She had a little jump in the space where she stood. There was that spark in her honey hazel eyes, her smile grew wide and her fingers interlocked with each other as if she were hoping for a miracle. For the joy from the thought of the tiny lights lighting up around the theatre sign, I silently thought of a verse in her name. She called herself a genius, I called her my muse, together she was a genius muse.

We shared a cigarette by the lamp post over the benches in the cold November wind. We spoke of our lovers from the past. She said I inspired her to do something and I grinned saying I’d write about her.

Art Credits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/260364422193468370/