On, and my knight slays opponents in an epic battle of justice and blood, his swift motions blurred Off, and it’s my puppy barking at a bird On, and I can almost hear the seagulls, smell the salt, as I gaze out at my ocean-front view Off, and I guess a parking lot’ll have to do On, and an orchestra appears in my living room, playing a song so sweet I get an earache Off, and it’s my timer ringing—shit, I forgot about the cake! On, and I’m a skilled pastry maker, crafting a masterpiece from flour and a baking pan Off, and I’m wondering how the hell I managed to get icing on the ceiling fan On, and you breeze through the front door, throw your computer bag to the side, and kiss me gently before I can even say happy birthday Off, and you’re kissing me the exact same way I taste thank you on your lips They align perfectly with mine, like an eclipse It’s enough to make me tipsy I push my glasses away to see more clearly With them on, my world is turned enchanting, poetic, like I’m dreaming But with them off, I’m home, and there’s no better feeling