Keep kissing me

"... I am drowning in your eyes, as in a black but warm abyss. It seems that only now in front of me were the pupils of your eyes - and the next second I am surrounded by the black vacuum of a starless space. Lightning seems to spark around, a gusty wind is blowing, the sun is shining and some people are jostling, the floor vibrates underfoot, and people live somewhere outside of this abyss and it is snowing. The body is in some kind of moving transport, but my dark eyes took control of my soul and soul. And I do not have the strength to look away to the other side, look at someone''s other back or the back of my head, I don''t have the strength to just look at you, completely, from head to toe. I see only the darkness of your eyes in front of me, and I freeze in it like a fly in a pitch, which will later become precious amber. I can not imagine you all entirely, to try to realize you as a living person, and not an invention of a science fiction writer. You rather look like a hero of a love story, a handsome man who was born and grew up on the shores of the warm overseas sea, the unfortunate one whom the fate-villain brought into the snowy regions of the planet. What are you still doing here? In the insatiable belly of human transport, intended for the ordinary stratum of the population, for mere mortals? Why don''t you travel on your own private plane somewhere in the upper atmosphere, or a car in a parallel universe? Does this mean all that you, like any fiction of my imagination, only when you go out into the street will you disappear into a snowy mist of gray everyday life ...? "