a cloud called 9.

I opened my door tonight to see you with the face and the hair.

and the magic.

sitting on a cloud they call 9 
my muscles in my cheeks got tired from showing my teeth. 

the thumps in our chests whispering to each other 
in a language I'm not fluent in yet. 

I think it starts with an L.

we talked carefully 
as if we didn't want to disturb the sleeping stars 
or dull the moon.

sitting on the cloud called 9 
the distance between us decreased.  

you teased me until the tension was to much 
and the rubber band snapped.  

suddenly the lips were locked 
and we were high away in never land 
on a cloud called 9. 

your hands finding their way through me, 
we waltzed on and on, 
making the most beautiful music I've ever heard. 

our steps in sync, 
the heat rising, 
the world becoming a blur. 

it was perfect. 

we were invincible in those moments.  

everything falling into place except for the time.

to quickly the song ended and dancing slowed.  
I could see my house now. 

reality coming back as the air between us grew.  
I've never been so disappointed to be home.

let's go high away to never land on the cloud called 9 again soon.

and for now on my door is open.