Starlight in Her Hemisphere

Cold like the night, I came to her shoulder and gently took her into a hug. 

"Light up the way", I told her, and it was strange; stranger than the cigarette-lamps hanging in the glow of the previous night through the sleek Bangkok Alleyways, steam rolling off the streets, how she always did.

It was strange, but here we were in the nightlight of another mall, And the feeling of a mutual high rose between us once again.

Life, and life like no other day. And this our mansion. Hers and mine.

I had to talk to her about youth, and feelings from the marrow but I didn't always have the words. We were tender, as tender as the first time we met. Something was growing between us.

It wasn't like she could hold onto much else. We were tropically suited, almost like there was a filling holding feeling.

I love the delicate balance between East and West. 

There was the river, too, the way the river took off into seeming eternity. We weren't broken over it as we had been before, over other loves, but it was always there, always inescapable. That hit from another night in paradise.