The Monochromatic Bar

A bottle of whisky broke.
We heard the sound like the explosion of destiny together.
We fell in love.
The wall clock showed us 0:00 a.m.
You began to smoke.
I also began to smoke.
We fell in love.
The design of a tattoo on your left arm
was a rose.
The design of my nails
were variety of moons.
A rose and moons
fell in love,
to escape from this ruthless world.
A rose dyed moons red.
Moons floated in a rose.
We knew heartbeats of
the momentary but intense blaze.
We fell in love,
at the unnamed bar.