Down by the Danube

We had the perfect day together:

Sunshine splashed upon the water. 
It cast off all its colors,
dove into your eyes, then soaked up all the blue.

Your hands, soft like satin,
on the bus, laced themselves though mine.
Finally, I was whole again.
If only for a moment, no need to count the time.

You strolled by me through Landstrasse.
At Stephensplatz, wander and rewind.
By Neubergasse, you danced into my soul.
At Steubentor, the world was yours and mine.
 
Then you slept.
Rested your head upon my chest;
our legs were interwoven.
For once, I was not alone.

Later, I slept. 
Rested my head upon your chest. 
I held the perfect moment:
my heart, your heart, our home.