Roleplay In the post afternoon Twilight I saw her Just as night dropped Upon the atmosphere Like the wings of the Universe folding in on itself Cloaking the empty streets In tempered darkness Empty but for she Filling in all my blanks Angel of night dark seraph Street lights framing her With a pale yellow halo Assuredly a divine nimbus We both inhaled She/The thick Newport smoke And I/Her Slowly it unfolded This opera complete With music playing Jazz like in my head Her motion like snake Her...