Midnight secrets

Let’s let the moon rest,

with turning off the stars like offline spotlights

stretching out in bed in the sin of laziness

and making a canvas out of our skin

Let's run our fingers like piano keys through each constellation that your wounds make,

measure the mountains and name the valleys of your column.

Thus becoming the spies who know every secret that brings the trembling and suppressed laughter of purple lips

We will keep the doors closed and the windows barricaded while we tell ourselves everything the sun forbids us to release. We shall leave ourselves raw with how the ribs feel under the weight of our kisses and mix our aromas to create a perfume that leaves us intoxicated during the end of the world.

Let's stop the clock from counting the seconds and minutes and show ourselves how the years passed through the tones of our skin. 

We will lead our hands with blind eyes on the secret terrain that our routes are, and teach ourselves how a love of knowing each secret is created.

Let's hide from reality and learn to find our heartbeat with our eyes closed.

 

Ta.