Sleeping over and own it.
I want it to myself, being in front of me.
Being apart for a while,
I need my dead body.
Being alone with the inward idea unwritten, is the worst.
My little chubby bird will sing me the story.
Admiring her stability, my lovely little bird,
You’re looking so wise ass.
You wake up so early and take your precious nap during the noon,
Read your book before sleeping.
Let me admire you before you fly, my red little bird.
“Waiting for you, My Lord” wrote my lady in her letter, ready to sacrifice for love.
“Romantic is who can be always with you” I say smelling her hair.
“I am here, with you, to all eternity”
My lady closes her big eyes. She stands up and shows me her neck.
A silent kiss unties us to the eternity.
If we haven’t seen our reflect in the mirror, we couldn’t believe we have been alive.