Can the nightly lit streets
narrower than cars
embrace me tighter
than your arms
can the exit of my door
the entry to the vibe
warm my hart more
than the sparkles
in your eyes
can the beat of the drums
the scantly clad dance
a happy crowd
carry more goosebumps
than your face turning
towards me
the city your smile
the mountains your wings
the chatter your voice
the view your eyes
the sea your depth
let me live
at least with one of you
forever
© 2008 by Douwe Monsma