‘Milkshakes remind of that movie.’ I took a sip of chocolate milk And nodded ‘The street poet part?’ ‘Sweet cakes and milkshakes, I’m a delusion angel’ ‘I’m a fantasy parade, I want you to know what I think,’ ‘Don’t want you to guess anymore’ I swallowed. I don’t think that I’m ready to tell you So I stall. ‘Swap?’ Tall milkshakes glasses slide over the table, Across from each other, straws plunging in I took a sip of vanilla and you took more Than a gulp of chocolate And I wanted to think that You might like chocolate more Than I like vanilla But then maybe not. Because what I feel feels Much more larger than you But just the thought of You liking me too Has probably woke every single sleeping neuron In me. The waiter sighs, thick-crust pepperoni slides over You offer him a slice, I offer him an apologizing smile He shrugs, taking both. And we take our first bite Simultaneously Pepperoni, mushrooms, bell pepper, cheese, sauce Hitting our taste buds at the same time And we chew in content together. I would never want to miss A single detail tonight And I wouldn’t want even this Tiny feeling exploding in me Right now to be forgotten ‘I think this pizza deserves a poem.’ ‘I’ll grab those napkins and ask for a pen.’* And we wrote our undying love as one.