parallel (paris)

in another universe we’re in 1940s paris the city of love a few minutes to midnight holding a bouquet of dark red roses wrapped in black parchment paper and between the flowers a card with a sonnet the punchline was your name

on the bridge paved with smooth stones where we first met dangled a lock carved with our initials its keys sunken deep like the bronze coins that held wishes tightly and secretly in the river below us the waters so calm they feel like a distant dream

the sound of midnight trespassed into this realm and your shadow appeared beyond the streetlights even barely visible i could fall for your silhouette in more lifetimes than string lights in all of france

under the night sky you were glowing like the enchanted taste of romance in the air even more beautiful than your lover could’ve ever imagined and right there right then the time had stopped as in the distance the eiffel tower became a background to your smile

the sky was a clear blue fading into darker purples hovering over the city filled with mystical wonders and sparks flying but right now the only person that mattered was the one who made everything else colorless

soft black hair with the scent of roses gentle against the creamy light pink of your wool jacket brushing against my skin as our steps intertwined walking down the streets with light reflecting off of damp asphalt pavements

the fairytale-like architectures were engraved with elaborate patterns of mysterious joy in moonlit daydreams and the gracefulness of the milk-white latte arts from the coffee shops inside the buildings

breathlessly we stood next to each other and it felt like even if we had all the time in the world it wouldn’t be enough to exist in the city of love but for once we felt like we were enough in a paris midnight after a rain we were so in love

- deathetix

p.s. unpopular opinion: a relationship with the love of your life is far more erotic than sex