Night
When the Prosecco has chilled enough
When the strawberries are cut perfectly
When the sun has set and the moon is shinning bright through our window
When my skin has dried from the hot shower
When the Manchengo and the olives are placed on the plate
When the spread is ready and
the blanket is spread,
turning our living room into a picnic at the park,
When we finally sit and laugh so hard
as we usually do…
When you pick my mind
When I hear your thoughts
When the music gets louder
When I taste the honey on your lips
When our souls dance together in the breeze
When your hand brushes my curls from my shoulder
When the candle glows…
That's when I’m the happiest.