My Top 5.
i go out the shower wearing my new and black bathrobe; she is reading quietly in the living room, there is an old Death In June record playing. she looks so beatiful sitting, almost lying in the sofa, with half my pyjamas and her new librarian glasses.
i am approaching just to kiss her and check what she is reading, some Russian author from the 19th cent., what an incredible picture.
so why am i thinking about her?
and not just HER.
i think about THEM, my ghosts, my cats -as she calls them with a sexy bitter jealous whispering-, my past.
some days are worse than others.
those days usually are Sundays,
i am approaching just to kiss her and check what she is reading, some Russian author from the 19th cent., what an incredible picture.
so why am i thinking about her?
and not just HER.
i think about THEM, my ghosts, my cats -as she calls them with a sexy bitter jealous whispering-, my past.
some days are worse than others.
those days usually are Sundays,