You’re the dusky nothing
That fills my head;
You’re the lazy Sunday
That shares my bed;
You’re the end of the world;
But also the beginning?



As the pleasure takes over your lungs;
As a drop of sweat falls
from your forehead to my lips,
When your strong hands find my hips;
My ribs;
My neck.
Each time I see the green in your golden eyes,
I decide
Just one day more.