Another line you said that puzzles me,
its meaning lost in laughter and your wink,
it should be written in the bluest ink,
a phrase so beautiful, it can not be.
Your kindness flows in such abundancy,
the sentences you whisper always link
to what you mean to me, but what to think
of how you act, that seems to disagree?
The words you tell me: I shall take them light,
not much expecting, as they seem too good
for truth, and you are such a lie, you are.
I don’t believe that you will stay all night,
but let this knowledge not ruin the mood:
the best in love is you, the best by far.
In early hours will the daily din
awake you out of dreams with fractioned view,
this moment all the world seems strange and new
to make you feel a nosy alien.
The day is waiting for you to begin,
the windows covered yet in morning dew,
outside some vague contours, a lonely few
already drunk, same state as you are in.
Some coffee might just do the trick you know,
make you forget the reason and the cause,
for drinking through the night as you have done.
Ambition, money, job means you must go.
Another grey spot in this world with flaws,
you feel revived, your hangover is gone.
We stand too close
breathing our mutual breathes.
The road is meandering,
I feel your skin.
We hold on nicely,
swaying by every turn.
The bus is crowded
in hot Summer landscape.
Stopped: passengers are leaving,
your body invites mine.
You step out last.
The door shuts again.
Seats enough, I stand,
see your lifting hand,
my journey already over,
destiny reached in your eyes.