2 August 2012

Sky, stretched-plastic blue

Overhead, a tuft of white

Cloud daubed like paint,

Here and there,

The smell of flowers and grass

And barbecues on the air,

Gentle summer breeze

Sways the trees

And softly ruffles my hair.

We lie on the grass, side

By side and watch the

World rush-dash pass us by

And my existence shrinks

Down to you and I

And the way the sunlight

Dances in your green-youthful eyes,

So close I can smell you,

Like cigarettes and alcohol

And coming home.

Lying here, like this,

Just you and I,

I'm so happy

I could

Die.

Irrational_KimmiSo Happy I Could Die • Opuss № I