Courtship sometimes happens in the middle of the night...

Sunburnt faces~kneesocks~Liquer~Bukowski~Neruda~Guitar~paints~midnight philosophy~Poetry born of secrets~letting go~saying everything~saying nothing~porch confessions~happiness~leaning into a reflection~mourning the dawn~ Sometimes all you get are fleeting moments~of feeling like perhaps for those hours no one else exists in the world, you are still the only one who knew me...