a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

ultra

i want to adventure with you.
because i would never truly leave home.

i want to know what your skin
looks like at dusk,
windows down and it's just us.

i want to capture a pretty picture
of you with the dim city lights.
the sunset framing your face,
and the hue of various reds
cast upon your head.

i want to know what your eyes look like,
in the low evening glow.
are they still blue?
or will they look grey, too?

i just want to know this is for real.
can't you feel it,
radiating from your aching bones?

i hope you do.

'till we run out of time,
you're ultra
mine.