We met New Years eve. You asked me if I could teach you how to dance. Cocaine in the morning at 8am – we were just getting started. At the train station. You said you needed to go smoke again. We kissed the glass. Three nights of bliss etched across our lips. I felt free around you. You wondered if you’d ever see me again. Listening to arabic love songs in the rain. Fizzy apple spilt on the table as we kissed like melting flames. And I remembered what it felt like to live in Spain. Wild wind, pine trees and sea men. Cigarette sunsets, bbq flames, kissing the sky with our heaven scent. You ask me if there is anything I ever need… maybe it would be nice. Maybe it would be nicer if we had a place of our own. Green eyes lets make love outside. Fuck it cos we still young.