I loved her the way the sun hit the city.
How it's pink light burned
On the symmetry of façades,
The boiling hole in the clouds
Where my eyes met the white heat of my heart.
I loved her with the music of water
From the wind on rainy pavements.
I loved her like a furious pallete
Of acrylics, the colour of words
On my ethanol tongue.
I loved her like a whisky,
A fire of richness on my lips.
I wanted to drink from her slowly,
To swallow her malt age
In the damp and the dark,
To feel her copper waters drench
The dry earth of my mouth,
And warm my lungs with
The after-taste of her flames.