Speeding through the broken lights
as the cold winds cut through our lungs,
I press my cheek
hard against your shoulder blade -
your warmth
seeps through your fabric,
and mellows my skin.

The October wind
sweeps past my papery strands,
the translucent beams of the Dusk
dances against our backs
like pretty little Ballerina toes
intent on performing a masterpiece.

My bruises peek out
to greet the phosphorent concert,
and recite their greetings
to the chilly October winds.

Those lovingly carved half moons
tingle in fond reminiscence,
of a fleeting moment that
somehow fails to flee all the same -

Never managing to abandon
our trail of thoughts.
The sky looks down at us,
and adores my day-old hickies
deciding to play along -

She adorns a forgotten shade of
Purple.
The colour of Pride.
The colour of a sated Heart.

Soon it changes
into a powdery Blue,
and so does my mood,
as I walk towards home
leaving a Home behind -
staring at me
with fidgety fingers
and longing eyes.


©hecayte