Carry me in your wings into the skies. Wanna see the color of the

horizon as close as possible. I know is kind of pinkish…but I want to

feel it. Closer to my eyes and nostrils. Sweet love, carry me all the way

to the end. As you do when you kiss me tightly. And my brain gets full

of silly butterflies. And the air gets rarified. And wish I died that dead in

your arms. Slowly and eternally. Till we got to see God himself. Taking

us into Paradise. Sweet love, be gentle in your approach. I’m a small

dove in the tent of your hands. Fragile as a drop of dew. As a scared

mouse. But…as long as you keep your lips locked to mine…there is

nothing to be afraid of. As long as I have the oxygen line from your lips.

EO