City-glitters.
You would have said that this photograph sucks.
I would have laughed at that.
And that would have been my favourite photograph.
Of these city-glitters.
For you were my city-glitter.
May be more. May be less. Who knows.
Tiny sparkles of light caressing the night
Across this city. Through its darkness.
And somehow this dark is now beautiful.
Just like your sparkling touch. Across my dark.
Your being still glows out despite the darkness. The guilt.
The lack of clarity. The empty chair.
And the forbidden city-glitter. The forbidden lust.