Timeless Creatures.

I want to take a photo of you two right now.

I'm trying to save the image in my mind as words cascade from your hypnotising lips.

You're speaking of the significance of bizarre reoccurring dreams you've had.

I'm saving it in black and white and letting the contrast highlight your jagged jaws.

The two men in my life right now responsible for my inspiration and content in chilled, simple, small-numbered company.

The lover and the friend.

Cigarettes become extensions of yourselves as the smoke acts as your release.

Like chimneys exhaling waste, you exhale your turmoil and hope the tangible smoke is a convincing visual that will make you believe you're at ease.

It's raining behind us, it's the background to our secluded conversations.

The afternoon is over and dusk is depriving me of enough light to admire your naturally alluring faces.

I love you both.

With no way of showing my appreciation for your presence to an extent that truly justifies.

What brought us here?

But a succession of successful movements in our individual lives.

Surely we should recognise these and know we're not complete failures.

You're talking of books from the bible now.

Both anti-religious but wise enough to know literary truths when you read them.

In fact, I heard you just say

"Not that anyone reads the bible now, but anyone would know that."

Wet your lips with alcohol again,

I like the taste when you lean to kiss me.

Not minding that you're interrupting the conversation between the two of you.

This corner is darker than when I started writing.

Where will this night lead?

Our friend will leave and lock himself in his room with an abundance of books,

And we'll make love to a point of exhaustion.

Or so I hope.

Yes, I'm saving you in black and white,

Like timeless creatures.