He takes you on the perfect date, out of this world, literally. We’d take a magic carpet ride through the sky, then go roller-skating around the rings of Saturn. We’d sit on on the edge of a crescent moon and pitch stars into the Milky Way. There he would propose to you and offer the sun as an engagement ring. We would make love on a bed of clouds, fall fast asleep, then slowly drift back to Earth. And if this date does not meet its intended destination, please send it to heaven, because it was meant for an angel.
(via pat'n on my own back: that was deep.)
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