The world is upside down,
but my disagreements with gravity are finally at an end.
I am stable under your stare,
reading your body language as you read Burns by the fireplace,
eyes over your glasses and over the pages,
all over me,
and I’m weak at the knees,
weak in my weathered soul at the thought of your hands abandoning your book and conquering my body.
The world is upside down,
but I haven’t a care within it.
You took me dancing, somewhere secret,
and I lived within your arms until the sun rose,
sweet kisses as Sonia sings the thoughts that echo in every inch of my mind.
You’ll never stop me from loving you.