Slowly backed down
quickly less covered
skin to skin
fingers traced shapes and letters
marks left for weeks
hoping they'd stay forever
softness of your smile
to the feeling of your lips to mine
no love song
only record spinning
self resetting
Psylla
not
paying attention to lyrics
only to your movements
every one of them
next to me
arms around me
hazy smoke lifting
towards the ceiling
windowpanes bringing light
shining upon this beauty
thoughts in my head
staring into blue
the universe in the eyes
beauty like the skies
inthralled
its all my dreams
but reality will show