Space, this is how I want to fall in love.

Space, this is how I want to fall in love.

I want
Utter closeness and respect, a safe assurance, and a trusted feeling of acceptance, rested in permanence.

I want
the sensation of new tradition, international beauty, mosaic art and century-old wood.

I want
the seduction of craftsmanship, the eroticism of a cal-king, the commitment of a waterfront view and the affection of dimmed lighting.

I want
the morning flirtation of rain showers, clapping music of tropical drops on elephant leaves.

I want
the contradiction of sand between my toes and the mediation of a coastal breeze on my back.

I’ll stand between the warmth and history of white stones
And pay my homage with shuffled steps of fine gravel, glittered walkways.

I’ll eavesdrop on murmurs of fountains
And gossip in the evenings behind the candlelight.

I will sleep with Adventure beside me
And dream of another day that is solved in this Space.

Space, this is how I want to fall in love.

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