A drink in one hand, and your hand in the other.
Smoke curling out the car window like a
secret ribbon.
Songs filled with passion and anger
blaring through the speakers, soaking in my ears.
Your words spill over the music, riding the melody
like a passenger’s seat.
Stories and anecdotes just to pass the time.
Pointless conversation has never meant so much
to me.
Hands squeezing each other just a little too tight,
Not daring to let go.
Pass the blunt, and watch me inhale. I feel your
Eyes like a kiss.
Soft, tender, full of light,
with hunger and urgency underneath.
You make sure to keep my stare as I pass it back.
Eyes flickering to life with each ticking second.
I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath.
Holding my breath for you to break the stare,
To kiss me hard,
To say you want me,
To seize my soul.
And I would give you my all, the best of me,
Though in pieces.
I would let you break my heart, would
revel in the exact moment it shattered,
For no matter how brief or fleeting the time, my heart was
carried and loved by your hands.