Rooftop

We can lay out and sprawl ourselves across your covers, stealing the occasional kiss. We could lay like this and look up at the ceiling or from the other side, the roof...It's all perception I suppose. We could look onwards and gaze deeply into the white barrier and if we looked hard enough maybe just maybe your rooftop would pull itself back like a can of sardines and we could see what it's been hiding. The stars. We could see so much from where we rest our heads. We could paint a picture with what we saw and take it back and show the world. These pictures would make us millions but we wouldn't need it. We would put it away...Deep in the ground and from that seed a tree would grow and atop that tree we would build a house and in that house we would live. From this treehouse we could see the world and most importantly the stars. They could be our neighbors and if we're lucky they would let us borrow sugar or let us use their pool. We would be happy and the stars would be our new rooftop.