You're here.
With me.
I'm in your passenger seat.
My lungs take full, deep breaths of summer air.
A breeze tickles my skin, tangles my hair.
Red light.
Your hand finds my jeans, follows their seam.
Our smiles meet, I blink.
It's just another daydream.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
You're here.
With me.
I'm in your passenger seat.
My lungs take full, deep breaths of summer air.
A breeze tickles my skin, tangles my hair.
Red light.
Your hand finds my jeans, follows their seam.
Our smiles meet, I blink.
It's just another daydream.
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