Hey you, caramel baby, eyes of liquid fluorite, when you smile, the world feels like a soulful place, and even though I can’t fall in love with you, right now or maybe ever, somewhere there exists an infinitesimal space, where we coexist without contradiction, talk to one another without affectation, dance together with no inhibition, and match each other’s cadence again and again without sedation.
Happy May Day.
Happy May Day.
