she brought one thought
in a nut shell
shall we move on?
a tulip and two roses in a basket
or shall we dance.
i don’t know the steps,
he said, counting to prove:
one, two… by the time
you reach next level, we are
already new born.
there’s all good
and I hope it stays,
I craved for innocence,
he said, blowing out
the thirty-first candle -
the night stretched,
lights turned on,
a cat tested the roof in a corner,
grandpa puffing on the lawn
the moon the tree, a balloon.
in the light of the first star
she sailed away
in his arms
safely after
a last attempt
at crossing the line
on his forehead
between thoughts, honeyed kisses
cake sticky fingers
intertwined.
.
.
by me 
for you
.
I will always love you.
