I want us sweetly.

Like the needles of the clock before midnight, with your tired smile and my fingers following the lines of your lips.

I want us huddled together and with hearts yearning to make all that flesh, skin and bones disappear to feel like one.

I want us slow, let it be the first and last day that we are with loose but intertwined hands and your tears end in all my kisses.

I want us to lie on our back and on your chest while we say we remember everything we forgot, with my lungs recovering all the air you use to keep me alive.

And I want us to be in love, with your eyes seeing the steps while mine trembles with fear and your voice doesn't stop telling me everything I once thought I knew.

I want us to do it as if it were an infinite red light, that between each street we stop and steal a kiss, that we give ourselves a new memory so there will never be a break after us.

I want us eternally returning to us.

TA.