French Quarter
New Orleans, Louisiana
It is the rare moment, when I meet you in the quiet, Sister New Orleans, that I love you most; just the two of us speaking the same language, sharing secrets, and storytelling.
Spirit to spirit, a perfect match, you and I, with our colorful pasts, our glorious scandals. Both of us preferring night over morning, and neither of us giving a damn but for this moment right here. For it is poetry… our native tongue.