The tiny constellation of freckles on your left shoulder,
The slow rise and fall of your chest against mine,
Shivers run down my spine every time your mouth accidentally brushes my neck,

All while you sleep,

The glow of the Tv screen, illuminating your hair as I sweep it from your face, just so I can see you dream,
Bodies, souls, smiles, dreams, entangled in shared webs of hopeful hopelessness.

It’s not a beautiful mess,
It’s a beautiful clarity, a stunning sense of contentment.

A whisper as sweet as the honey that makes your lips so sweet,
‘volim te’

We have suffered the patching and paving alone already,
Now life makes the path for us,
Straight to greener fields and starry nights,
And a smile sets on both our mouths,
Knowing we are sharing the same dream.