We sit in your car With the sun shining through And take a moment To just Breathe.
Through the peach-fuzz pink Of the interior of my eyelids I can feel you watching me, Your gaze as warm and lingering As the rays of sunlight softly caressing my skin, I imagine you tracing a pattern in your mind, Following the gentle flutterings of my eyelids Exploring the soft shape of my face Watching the gentle susurration of my breath pooling from just-parted lips Tracking the ridges of my collarbones On marble white skin. I can feel you watching me And it makes me so overjoyed Because I missed this This thing that is not quite yet but a little akin to love.
A moment of self doubt Flickers in my field of vision- What if I am wrong? What if you do not feel this way And I am stuck In this idyllic peach-pink cherry-blossom fantasy of my own creation? So I unshut my eyelids Unstop time And through the bluish haze Of the suns rays I find Your eyes On mine.