“Ground control to Major Tom…”

I love David Bowie. That’s all I need to say…

Today.

Next stop, 11:30PM

Tonight.

Dinner on its way.

I dine like a Spaniard, late.

But afterwards, I can say:

I ate.

And do it with pleasure
Don’t be shy
In the end, it’s all digestion
So you might as well enjoy the
biting and munching and
scrumptious living of it all
Eventually breakfast will come
and you’ll start again
you only got today
you only got this moment…

You licked my spoon

I tasted your fork

You fed me carrots and I got you some asparagus

We fit into our little kitchen

The skies outside our window let us see some blue

You read to me at night

The next morning, I woke you up for a quickie

We went back to sleep

We got up

Then I made you some ciabatta

While you made me a cappuccino

American songbook on the radio

And the sun decided it was time to wound its twilight

Good night, my dear