Time travel, 08.03.1987

They shared conversations and kisses both of  similar immensity. Talked their past away each afternoon, through, to the fall of dusk. Whiskey burning gently down their guts; any form of body contact elevates respiration, a shoreline for an uncharted ocean of sexual tension. surrounded by a crowd they’ve utterly disregarded, they seem to let charm drive them into an unfathomable limbo of passion.