us theory

The sky was inconsequential, clouds hung in the night, absolute in their anonymity. The wind paraded across body and skins, unnoticed. It would begin suddenly and instantaneously, the moments it would last would linger past their continuance and drip away slowly towards memory. In retrospect, it would be described as a slow moving blur: green eyes, brown hair, and lips moving towards a postmodern romantic ideal. Modernist would be more definite in their description, the clouds hung by their desires to lay witness to a roof that housed our multiple, yet fleeting kisses.