On The Perfect Day Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

on the perfect day
she touches my cheek
and I touch her hair
with the tips of my fingers
we take a big breath
and we give ourselves to each other

on the perfect day
i whisper in your ears
my words are chosen carefully
they help put the arch in your back
before I lay thee down for the night

on the perfect day
it never ends until
we can't remember how it did
it came in an instant
and lasted for so long
the sun came up and it was
then that we knew that
it was the perfect day