Her profile cut through the smokey darkness and magnetized my glare. My moment came… I introduced myself, her name was Myrcinni. Her eyes solid beads of tigereye, her nose elegantly Greek. Her tits beautiful and small. Her hair trimmed in the front and arousingly crazy everywhere else. She drank black rum. We talked. We drank. We left together. I didn’t know where we were going, I didn’t ask. I listened, she told me of her pain. In the light of the moon beside the sea I could see her despair. I cared. We came to her street, she asked me if I’d like to come up. I did. The street cats watched us. She rolled a joint of hash and tobacco. We smoked on her balcony and watched the stars. I held my breath and we locked lips. I let me breath out into her and she pulled it in. Our lips stayed locked and she exhaled into me. back and forth we shared the same breath, each time a shorter grasp of air until we separated… panting heavily. She asked me if I wanted to stay the night. Yes. We shared her toothbrush. Next to her I slept calm and deep. In the morning I massaged the stress from her back. She asked me if I was going to photograph her… I wanted to and I did. We went to breakfast. we smiled. we had to say goodbye. She said maybe we’ll see each other again. I looked at her and I knew that moment had come to an end.