midnight poem

only when pixels turn into pores
and drops turn into tears
of happiness
and binary numbers turn into days
that I spend with you
and clouds turn into sun
and a wet ground turns into lighted and fluorescent and dry avenues
and the wonderful river turns into a smelly river
and the 6,5€ ticket turns into a waterfall in a free museum
and the mad stairways and books and coffee and the Royal Palace and the sheltering and painful skies and the 5€ student menu and the endless movies at the "summer cinema" and Dog, Mr. Pricklepants, and Lots-o, and your toothbrush that rests with mine, and Humphrey Bogart and Bob Dylan
only when D. turns into M.
you'll say
'I love you'
and I'll say
'me too'