He’s #HOT like Saturday night tostadas and salsa and a conversation about brain waves and vegan cooking
Make that @iminheaven like caramel eyes drizzled with bungee jumping and our unborn babies laughing in my womb at his jokes
The sun paints the sky, the tide is high, the time is nigh, he’s gazing in my eyes –
And with one simple sound, the electricity dies.
He unplugs his eyes to stare at the urgently-more-important-than-lifelong-soulmates notification heralded by the jingle that little box of migraine-inducing light decided to throw between us and kill the sparkling vibes like an obsolete iPhone 1
The moment is done