Love is improvisation


"I want to lose myself in you. And you can lose yourself in me. Just for some time. I'll sleep wrapped up in the warmth of your dreams, washing over me like a giant sea."
 "I've forgotten the rest. I knew I should have written it down."
 "Improvise, my love. We're sitting in the belly of a glass bird and we're practicing birdsong."
 "Yeah. There was something about the echoes of a glass heart, so fragile or something."
 "So fragile that... A sigh could... Could..."
 "Shatter its flame."
 "Its flame? What does that even mean?"
 "It means that even that vase you keep those flowers in, it's beating for you."
 "That's not a very pleasant thought."
 "The whole room, the whole world is filling up with inexplicable emotion. And I'm falling asleep."
 "I'm pretty sure you didn't write that."
 "Improvise, my love. Love is improvisation."

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