The twilight fades black sooner every night and I can smell it in the eyes of the people. As the sun goes down, escaping the blizzard, I pour spices and heated fluids down my throat and my soul lights up. I look at those perfuming candles, they glow and melt like your heart. They smell like your smile, they taste colorful, like your voice. I wish their flames were palpable, so I could caress them.
I made myself a cocoon for the winternights. A thick blanket of textures and shades keeps me warm, undercover. And now, I let myself fall into the arms of gods, slipping away to reveries of another world. You're there, exactly as I recall, emanatin