b & w with veins revised: house of matriarch BLACKBIRD

New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing.

Frozen in time, we embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw his face; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly.

The back of his long wool military cut coat was pressed against the front of my thick fur one. My nose touched the base of his multicolored, flamestitched knitted beanie.

We were vintage and progressive.

To our left was a building made of marble so glossy it mirrored all motions.  I stared at our stillness and my reflection. I hoped to catch a glimpse of his but never did.

The back of his neck was all he was going to give me.


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