countdown.

ten

life swarms with innocent eyes
its one true charm is strangeness,
the eyes that aren’t mine

nine

you can close your eyes and hear nothing
but the influence in the conversations.
even the air can’t detach itself from it.

eight

laughter becomes a necessary ingredient.
suffering is a forgotten memory.
we fall in each other’s arms.

seven

our feet start their own beat.
our ears cultivate the music
with pleasure and vulnerability.

six

we stroll with our eyes wide open.
the stars hide in the night sky, afraid
of being outnumbered.

five

you and I, we extract the
eternal from the ephermal, as we
measure the streets with our footsteps.

four

your gaze is a desire, desired by many.
for only few the stars align so they can die
beneath it.

three

you have inspired, and conquered.
now take your pleasure.

two

I look around with my naive eyes.
I see a cemetery of life
under the moon unblessed.

one

you walk on the corpses,
beautiful and undismayed.
I feel, if even for a second, the infinity of delight.
all of it, the sum of a multitude of delights.

happiness.