A Weeknight

My favorite. 4/7/07 8:53pm 16 lines

Sugar sweet kisses
Of coffee breath
The hot air mixes
Over our chests

You sing along sweetly
And push back my hair
Our lips meet quietly
The passenger chair

Thousands of stars watch us now
Arms wrapped around the dark
We are together now but how?
This close we leave our mark

Breathing so slowly in and out
Fingertips barely touching
You give me no reason to doubt
That between us there is something.


*i thought about naming it passenger chair, but i dunno. i used a weird meter too, and i like how it came out. :P its like 5,4,5,4,6,5,6,5,7,6,7,6,8,7,8,7.