Tomorrow

We will be in love,

holding each other in a tender embrace

His shirt painted in cigarette smoke

Next week

We will be entranced,

looking deeply into each other’s chocolate eyes

losing ourselves in the secrets behind the orbs

Next month

We will be infatuated,

questioning  thoughts in our crowded minds

Wanting to understand the little voices in our heads

Next year

We will be impassioned,

intertwining bodies of silk

Wishing every second that this isn’t dream

Today

I’ll do the impossible,

finally talk to him

Detect if he shares the same devotion