11-01-2017, 02:05 PM
Chiaroscuro
At night,
ancient cobbled roads are
lit by gift shops, pulsing
with music from the bars.
Wandering
those streets with you,
I smile as you dance
beneath our passing bodies.
At night,
ancient cobbled roads are
lit by gift shops, pulsing
with music from the bars.
Wandering
those streets with you,
I smile as you dance
beneath our passing bodies.

