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나는 '자유' 를 원한다.
어떤것에도 구애받지 않는 '물결' 과 '파도' 위에
위험한 물결일지라도 잠기는 순간의 짜릿한 '전율' 을
나의 틀린 증명이 구겨져 '진리' 가 되는 통쾌함을 원한다.
사고와 망상으로 얼룩진 검은 그림자가
풀려나 이 '회색도시' 를 환한 불길로 태우는 아주 자유롭고 잔인한 '광경' 을 원한다.
온세상, 모든 풍경이 아름다워지는 '그' 날을 원한다.
You come home that day wearing a little black dress with a sweetheart neck. It is quarter past 12 and you smell of an odd combination of white musk and rum.
I remember you telling me how you can barely carry yourself in heels. But here you are wearing 4 inch stilettos, going sideways when I open the door for you. The drunk you is always a bigger mess than the real one.
I put on your favorite song of Gregory's and take your hand. You say you have two left feet and that you cannot dance to save your life. I gently nudge you to. Your lips sing of an initial hesitation but you finally give in. Did we dance for an hour? Maybe more. But it feels nice to hold you tight and pull you closer every time the music slows down.
We sit there at 2.17 am, you gently cradling my head on your lap. I give in there. I let those seconds pass into minutes and then hours. After a long time everything feels right; the place, the time and you.
We lie next to each other in the dark, but I can still see the glistening of your eyes and the silhouette of your curls. My fingers trace your collarbones, ever so vivid now. The incandescent streetlight peeking through the curtains shows me how your back delicately arches. I run my fingers through the nape of your neck and gently tug your hair. Before I can taste the rum in your breath you glide peacefully into a long slumber.
I have never told you this before. But since the last time we met I have often wondered how it would be to wake up next to you every morning. I wake up with our legs intertwined, and my fingers unknowingly carry strands of hair away from your face and tugs them behind your ears. And when you barely open your eyes and lean in for a morning kiss, I wonder, will you reek of my cologne instead of your usual rum?
Now I make breakfast for us, toasts perfectly crisp and loaded with butter, and coffee a bit too strong just the way you like it. As always I overdose on sugar and mess it up. Before I can call out for breakfast you quietly leave without saying goodbye. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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