I never thought I could reach such highs, such peaks.
I love you.
She takes me up there, to the highest highs.
She takes me into her city room.
The clock ticks.
It's late.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Time becomes a menstruate.
And her coat slips off onto the ground.
I catch my reflection.
I feel flushed.
But don't look at.
She turns.
And says quietly.
Is love really something tangible?
I throw back my head and laugh.
Nothing could ever capture this moment.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.

I can't.




It never translates how I feel.
You're so beautiful.
I love you.
I love you.
Again.
It caches the paint inside my head.
I feel so safe.
And secure.
And complete.
And content inside your walls of love.
I am one, two, three, four.
I am one, two, three, four.