under these mauve lights
we slow dance to the song that was popular
when we were on a break.

under these mauve lights
i study every imperfection in your face,
where you let the muscles tense and relax,
the way you look up every time i smile
at you as you pretend like you don’t see me.
and i forget i’m yours already sometimes.
and i look at you and i start to crush again.
i start to get the butterflies again.
but then you gently bring me down from the clouds
when you hold me the way you do.
so close and safe.

under these mauve lights
we hang by the bar with our friends
after we get a little too hot on the dance floor.
sweaty palms and whatnot
then
under the starlight
we go out to the terrace and slow dance once again
and whisper our sweet nothings
and after a while we just hold each other
not letting anything interfere..
i think i love you..