Everything

 Somehow whenever I'm looking I always find you here. Sometimes you wait for me under the sun, other times you make me wait in the dark. You don't leave until I ask you to. You ask me to stay. And I do. We have this place all to ourselves.
 
In a bedsheet summer dress with big yellow roses spilling words like sparks from fireworks. Showing you the colours underneath. Showing you the marks I was born with, the ones shaped like ladybirds that appeared later. Then counting the ones on you. Fingers sweeter than the strawberry cupcake frosting covering them. Eyes bright. Shiny. Hair long and loose and wild waves of water. Look for the trap door and J U M P ! Mr. Rabbit's clock is ticking already and Alice is in wonderland. But wasn't it all only a dream?
 
What runs through my veins now? But I wrote your name with mine in the sky. I wrote it in my best handwriting. Then a chill ran down my spine and it hurt me rather well.
 
Slowly erasing here and there, replace with against, beside and within. We do so much in surprisingly little space. Young for as long as possible, with you with me here for as long as I last. As long as you do. As long as I will. To begin again.