Theresa Vogrin

Tonight,

let’s get drunk on vodka and high on melancholy

while our lives are running away from us too fast,

let’s look up to the dark sky which has the colour of your soul

and the colour of the ink I use to write poetry about how you make me feel,

let’s count the stars like you counted the freckles on my face when we first met,

let’s tell each other if we really believe in love or if this is all just a delusional dream,

let’s lose and find ourselves again.

Darling,

let’s be dangerous

tonight.