Rain pours, as the car skims through the clogged streets.
In the bask of your presence, seated in the back seat I listen.
You go on and on about your thoughts, as always I'm smitten.
Your thoughts so personal yet so impersonal, giving nothing away.
A veil of carefully crafted mask guards you.
As my thoughts start to linger, wondering what is behind it.
That's when you run your fingers through your hair.
Ruffled hair, child like smile, so may words, so much enthusiasm.
I'm drawn back tempted to gaze at those pretty deep eyes.
As rain drops trail their way on the rear glass ,casting a shadow.
The occasional yellow light, as it braces you.
I'm allured by their enchanting dance on your face.
Just a touch away, so close yet so far.