we were speaking of god and angels
we were giving and taking names
love is nothing if not contagious
love is nothing but what it takes

we designed our secret language
that of gazes and fouls and scars
i was taking you at the vantage
you were taking me to the stars

space is cold but your arms are colder
we are gazing at distant sky
you have questions to our molder
i would like him to not reply

15.03.2016