The night was wide ahead of us. Your kiss sealing first my hands into fists, and then filling my mouth with leaves. Sheets of white paper and my mouth with no words, falling on top of each other and coming together at the corners. All around the city, office instruments – staplers and the like – opened their own small muzzles in anticipation. Passing bicycles clicked their appreciation, their headlights scooped out deep. You filled my mouth with leaves and then left me to steep.