About Last Night

…so I strapped my leather seatbelt and zig and zag through the golden hills, meandering through maze of machines with no grace.

He popped into my life and for a second the hourglass is turned on its side while the sand sits still. The grins never left my face, imprinted onto me so delicately at a time when I needed it the most.

The shoes were our coasters and the world is our oysters. Let’s spit those oysters we agreed, take a risk, and go against the mainstream. “Out” from its shell.

Soon the sun fell and twilight came, gleaming proud with its invisible rainbow, glistened by the moon and foreshadowed by the stars.
A constellation not yet installed on my phone, yet planted so firmly and rooted into my heart.

The summer breeze was rare, like a shooting star that was an airplane, but who needs a star when my one wish had been granted?

One who is full of wit, sarcasm, and confrontational jokes.
One who traces my turtle neck and pulls me in like gravity.
One who makes me laugh awkwardly sometimes, but genuinely most times.

The skyline was like an ocean of scattered emerald jewels, glowing, guiding us to the north star, or perhaps… the desert?

It wasn’t a mirage. It was indeed an oasis.

An oasis of wonderfully fractured imperfect people, looking for life, love, or themselves. Looking for the holy water to quench their soul. Looking for physical touch and community. Looking to fulfill curiosity. Or simply… just… looking.

There were no gender classification nor labels nor cookie cutter containers.
There were no superheroes nor an outcast.
There was only love, acceptance, and dollar bills.
The night was young in this old city, and an eccentric man named Rahn has kept this city weird and beautiful.

This might be a cliché story of a sagittarius and a capricorn.
One warm hug of red rose at a time.
One cold disagreement at a time.
One kinky slap at a time.

Let us dwell in the bondage of the mysterious winding journey.
Locked in chastity. Freed from secrets.
Until it explodes and blossoms into whatever flower we decide it should be.