Glass windows everywhere
You’re sitting at the table
I see you looking at me
Into my eyes directly
A bigger space you say
We’re moving to a different floor
Sharing a place with your dad
Where we are exactly
I’m not sure to be honest
You don’t want to move
I’m only interested in
The elevator to your heart
We have plenty of room
We can stay in the same building
That we are currently
A smile and a kiss
A couple of plants
A small change of address
Seems all too reasonable to me
A number on the door
Dark eyes dark brows
Dark hair and a stare
And for what we’re in store
I can see that you’re here
Feel the trust that it’s real
With a rise to appeal
I’d recognize you on the street
Most definitively
Though I’ve not met you
Except in my sleep
© GÄ
Poétique 