Life will... drop us to our knees... and if the fall doesn't take us out, our need for... reputation... will be destroyed and love will be all that remains.
She meets me briefly across the carpeted distance, dark eyes nestled in auburn, a wisp of a smile; her satin dress dissolves the light like water, and I am a man overboard, un-anchored in a shifting ocean of teal blue waves, the cross-hatched moquette a net that enmeshes us both like minnows.