--one day-- ((ooc: one night + switched years to sweeps)) the room was poor and squalid, hidden above the dubious tavern. from the windows you could see the alley filthy and narrow. from below came the voices of some workmen playing cards and carousing. and there on the much-used, lowly bed i had the body of love, i had the lips, the voluptuous and rosy lips of ecstasy — rosy lips of such ecstasy, that even now as i write, after so many sweeps! in my solitary house, i am drunk again. -troll c.p. cavafy #nsfw #substance metaphor