When I'm with you, the whole world just stops being there
The winter breeze touches lightly your forehead, the eyes focused on the starry sky above you. The soft sparkles of the stars and the warmth of your bodies one against the other keeps you from cold.
You laugh and a cloud of condensation escapes from your mouths, while the grass all around you moves with the wind. You hold tight to each other, covered by a thick blanket stolen from one of the big wardrobes in that scary house. The field is abandoned, without lights that could tarnish the magic of this night. And the stars reflect in her golden eyes while you look at her, surprised by her magnificence compared to the beautiful sky in front of you. She eclipses everything else and you're scared. Scared to turn off the light in her eyes with your monstruosity. But then she looks at you and you forget who you really are, becoming selfish.
You think "God, let me be hers forever".
She talks, says something funny and you laugh distracted by her rosey lips. The moon's there, looking at you, a benevolent smile seems to appear on it while it hugs you with its cold warmth.
You place a hand on her cheek, smiling, rubbing a thumb against her soft ethereal skin. Slowly, you come closer to her face and she stops talking, becoming serious, enchanted by your moves. With your lips you place a small kiss on her forehead, trying to let her know how you feel, how you could stay next to her, kissing that face everyday, those pink cheeks and those soft lips, that taste like home and forgiveness.
Then you turn to look at her, that now smiles shyly at you, trying to avoid your eyes.
- Why are you smiling? -you ask her in a whisper, holding a nervous laugh.
She rubs her fingers on her forehead and giggles.
- 'Cause you kissed me. -
She meows in an answer. And you see it, that light on her face. It's not the moon, it's her, shining for you.
And now, like never, you know that you'll never deserve that light, but you hold it in your hands, not letting it escape.
It's yours.