can you see the fireworks? he reacts on the noise. i tilt the window curtain, watch amazing- almost non-real- picture of the city right from his bed. lights end somewhere far in the horizon or somewhere far in the skies. little white boats - finally parked - decorate the dark lake. im thinking of nothing, still under the influence of enormous joy, euphoria, relief...
youre beautiful... sitting there like this, he whispers. i know he loves the girlishness of my expressions, body, face, mind...
and im just thinking now how much it amazes me how spontaneously honest he is. and how much i want it to just stay like this. or repeat indefinitely.
2 comments:
little one's falling in love?
too soon, right (no question mark)
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