Putting it all together

Cigarettes after sex after dinner, after a delicate tartare with an egg yolk running loose over our intertwined utensils, after a full-bodied red that soaked up all the light in the room, save against your face and outstretched hand, after a cocktail now with yuzu and a bright-green sprig of rosemary that reminded me of my wintery childhood home, because in the cold months all we had was each other and a couple of plastic sleds, but mainly each other, after an opening procession of champagne and ice and tall glasses high in vigor, taking it all in with the last deep breath of the night, after a mixup with the…