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


2008 by Douwe Monsma