Lookin'

You are white wine on summer afternoons on a table among good friends and a better song.

You are a dream in a night when it’s too cold so I burry my face in the blankets.

You are the sky on every night, especially full moon ones.

You are the cells that run in my body.

You are the darkest of the darknesses.

So I am drunk and I am sleepy and I am tasting stars and I am scratching myself until it bleeds, and I am switching off all of the lights.

But where are you my love? Where are you?