peter

let us talk all night
of rhythm and muse and magic,
let us hold each other
when it gets difficult to breathe,
let us cook and pamper
each other's divine soul,
let us open doors
for each other,
let us laugh together
and come close to tears,
let us tell each other
our sad stories,
let us go down
on each other,

let us do it all.

but let's never
call each other
lovers.

for when we talk of love,
it rains.
and when it rains,
our sins get washed away.

and what becomes of a sinner
with no sins?