Driving out over the highway,
where the roads are long and broad and
I wanted them to go on forever,
simultaneously, the thought of walking
someplace entirely new, getting lost with you
lights speckling doorways and window awnings
neon signs that flicker over empty store ways
An entire town, deserted
A giant trampoline, soft wicker chairs,
curtains blowing softly and carpets to sink into
The faintest hum of families and the smell of thanksgiving
Hot HOT chocolate with too much whipped cream and
burning our tongues
Black sweaters and tan bedspreads and breath...
(He’s got a secret mole over his right eyelid and
a not so secret one on his right cheekbone)
Autumn colours that bleed into blackwood and yellow grass
car rides and eyelids half closed, trees that fly by
and the smell of cotton and fall and everything else.
Wooden floors are cold and your legs are warm
So let’s curl into each other until
our bodies are as contrastingly puzzled as
our minds are not.
And it’s enough, it’s more, it’s the closest thing i’ve ever felt
To complete, spectacular… something.