blue skin.

Coffee, cigarettes and joints.

That’s all I need.

Your blue skin touching mine,

The night falling and the sun rising.

Broken souls fitting together

And fire burning trough the cracks.

We.

Leaving the secrets and fears behind

In those fireworks, melting, merging with the noise.

Come. 

There’s no more minutes in the clock.

No more people in the world.

No more dreams. No more limits.

There’s nothing and there’s everything.

There’s you drowning in your own blue eyes 

And in your own nightmares.

Fear.

There’s me, trying to swim 

With demons.

No more rational thoughts, just verses in my head

Writing poems, backwards.

Coffee to melt the icebox,

Cigarettes to share,

Joints to dream

And blue skin.

And in case you didn’t notice

Souls have a way to connect.

And I can swear I feel the magnets pulling,

The stars and the moon shining 

And the world going round more than once 

Just for you to see in the mirror

That you have blue skin.

Coffee, cigarettes and joints in the night

Sharing my blue skin with you.