“,It was saturday in the mid december
waking up with thought of you as i can remember
happiness is in the air as easy to breath
formless smile in beneath
you came,
waited outside on that station
black color wrap up your body
as your skin compete the sun
an i came,
with an old junkie of my uncle's favorite
wasnt meant to race the other
but yet aesthetic
thirteen in the afternoon
with every wish we've said so soon
i'll be gentle with you
hug you tight
left no room for you
"i miss you"
we stop the moment
being so full of emotion
our both lips reach to us
with our dense of lust
forming an imaginary shelter
a place where's the feeling return to his owner
getting more thick and faster
as we melt into each other
we paused,
i saw your red wine smile
a little laugh just to remind we had it all
do you remember the star-kiss that i've always gave you?
starts from your cheeks end to your lips.
it felt like hundreds of years
but in a glimpse of an eye
maybe a hour or two
but somehow we fell into.”
―
Azlan,
Azlan
