paradise.

he makes me feel like

dancing at 4am,
in the middle of the street.
those cars will wait for us.

or singing at the top of my lungs,

in the middle of a crowd.

those throngs will part for us.

or writing him a story instead of doing work,

in the middle of a class.

those notes will replay for us.

or wrestling beneath the sheets to the sound of birds,

in the middle of the morning.

those days will stall for us.

that anything, anything, anything can happen,

in the middle of our life.

this love was made for us.