25.06.15 later 

Awaking in your flat

your head 

on 

me chest

on the night stand 

a jar of 

black sand

one day 

we will  leave these  concrete

canyons

these gloomy 

skies

and 

go

you say 

make love

at sunrise

and sunset

all day and night

betwixt

and 

for those

few moments

while

you speak

we exist