You are beautiful, you know?
A few moons, and the wind feels sweeter already,
The necklace stares hard, only if you let me
I’d look again, if you just turned around.
This city is very new, it feels so much more.
The metro rail, the stations here and there,
We find each other, we wait a bit in both.
Just running a little late today; I wanted to kiss,
Lucky is the cigarette between your bright red lips,
I will receive a few texts, “wait some more”!
Across the table you punish that bit of unruly hair,
A stab right there, a little bit of death,
Eyes hold my soul back, while your fingers ran havoc.
I run again through the book fair,
Crowded, very noisy, all those lovely books too,
Trying to find you in my created chaos.
I feel like this ‘young boy’ first time in love,
A little bit scared, a lot less man next to you,
While we walk back home, can you hold my hand?
Under the lamp post, I will wait.
Please look from your window once,
Then send a “good night” text.