put your face in my place

It is summer because isn't it always, and he is standing above you as he mouths along with arms outstretched and you are falling and the sun manages to shine so bright through black curtains and there's the ding of streetcars outside and the ding of bicyclists outside and the faraway sounds of conversations out there, too, and now he is singing along and you are falling and you are falling, and now you are singing along, too, and there's a white cotton hug and a kiss on the forehead and you're both singing and then you're both swaying, too, and the sun is still so bright and there's a whole day ahead of you and whole months like this morning ahead of you and you are singing together and so you believe that there's even a forever of this awaiting you.