30 days 60 mornings

I’m using fourth choice synonyms to talk about our love Because I’ve been repeating the podium spot words often enough.

„Ravishing“, I whisper, listening to one of your recordings, „Irresistible, pulchritudinous, prepossessing, gorgeous.“.

Two pairs of lips touching, that’s called intimacy, a kiss. You make me doubt what a word is, much less the world is Not as big when I look at it from a distance, squint my eyes And think that I don’t know much about the vastness of a mile.

I make your days seem like my nights. You make my mind forget about time. Scarless noninvasive implant clock ticking, Tacking on my thoughts, of you, of you, of you. In everything I see it’s always you. Dusting the rheum out my eyes in my mornings And once again in yours, as if it was normal To fall asleep while asleep and dream In my dream of a life with you, to wake up And still dream in my life with you. Then you go to sleep And I read you a good night story Of two people who fall in love And we laugh, oh dearest, do we laugh, At written fiction, how silly it seems. But what is our reality, if not a cycle of dreams?