The night is warm, and the city is silent. We can't sleep. We toss and turn. Hold hands. A kiss on your back. The nape of your neck. Sweet words that mean nothing. That's the place where the essence resides. In loving silence. A podcast, perhaps? Stuff you should know? We'll make love and learn about whales beneath the moon. We'll hold each other for a little while. To the sound of the murmuring city. Then sleep.
It is bliss
It is purity
It is unity
Quedate Luna by Devendra Banhart