let us live golden and half-drowsy, sit bare-legged by the open window, drink wine as we watch the lavender dusk and the budding stars waltz out across the sky. let our days be heat-softened and teeming with sweet things like mango slices, or spring water, or the way we say each other’s names as if not even prayers could carry that much ardency. (x)
hayden a. afolayan + nikolai w. borchenko










