I just want to cuddle up on a rainy day with you. Lay my head on your chest while you read to me your favorite passages from books you love. I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the warmth of your arms. That would be the perfect day.
“Tớ rất thích cậu. Cực kì thích cậu. Sẽ có một ngày, tớ sẽ theo đuổi được cậu. Nghìn vạn phần trăm sẽ theo đuổi được cậu. Tớ không hỏi, nên cậu cũng không được từ chối tớ. Hãy để tớ tiếp tục thích cậu đi..”
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.