the brightest sun could not break trough
the window made out from harshly broken
beer-bottle pieces, and now I feared no cold
because I have laid my legs upon yours.

there we sat in the warmth
of morning coffee ritual
as I wished to drown into you
like I did the night before.


I hang there with piece of you on my lap,
and feeling blank not at all.
as an empty canvas I stood
have switched our life parts
and I just stared at you.


Then it came into my head
the thought so inviting and balanced
- I will be the Sun who brings the coldest
and you will be the Moon that keeps me warm.