We woke up to greet each other with animalistic ***
Then drove to a nearby suburb
For free coffee.

We cruised the backstreets of a flamboyant neighborhood all the way till the windows were barred over.  Then she played Bocelli.  
Opera.

We talked about **** and prisoners.
Talked about lost friends and lovers
About architects and visionaries
Nightmares and dreams.

She kissed my hand, I slid it along her thigh.  We smiled our crooked smiles
our naive ones as well.  We floated.  Beer and mix drinks our only foot on the ground.  

To some it would be nothing, but to disillusioned us...

Perfect