I met a woman through the air,
She listened,
So did I.
She looked at me
Between three bottles of wine,
We smoked cigarettes,
We sat on stairs,
In squares,
And talked to the people that passed by.
She bit me
When she was smelling my neck.
We walked through the city
Hand in hand,
Fingers intertwined,
Talking about dead parents,
Live ones,
She wanted to believe what I said
And she did,
So we kissed
Passionately,
Our souls wept as our tongues met.
I left her when the night was ending
I don't know if the songs I heard were real.