Saturday evenings be like.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light,
not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you
in the soft, slow mornings,
in the hush of lazy noon,
and in the quiet of calm evenings.

You know I feel alone here.
I just want to come home
to run into your arms,
and kiss you like wildfire.

Let’s share a cup of tea,
under our fairy lights,
like old days.
Then we’ll
become one, like a prayer.

On good days,
I want to kiss you madly.
And on bad days,
I want to kiss you deeply.

I want to be a good kisser,
that’s why I’m trying
every part of you.

It’s very windy today. The air is full of dust, and visibility is poor.