I watch your personal vapor rise up and over the curl of your bottom lip as you tell me about your night. Your teeth clank ever so slightly with the words that make your tongue slip on the frigid air. Your hair falls in your eyes with each passing expression and you continue to brush it away, over and over and over again. With each time this happens, I watch your locks fall into the bends of your fingers and the space between your knuckles, and I wonder what those spaces would feel like between mine. I bet your hands are wonderful... My eyes meet yours again and your gaze turns sad as I feel you think I'm not listening. Believe me, darling, I've never listened quite so loud. My ears haven't heard a voice like yours in ages and my body feels those vibrations from your rib cage complimenting your steady breathing as you tell me those tales words falling off your lips as I watch them go and I can still smell your stories on your coat in your clothes from your neck when you lean in too close and let those hands stroke mine sing my hair a lullaby to sleep amidst your fingers and I just keep talking and you just keep talking and we never seem to stop and punctuate these words. I only wish now that I could taste them, and we can listen to each other talk all night. Replying back and forth with our voices so loud that everyone can hear our bodies feeling the other's vibrations from clashing collar bones keeping steady breathing as we speak more and more clearly letting it fall from our lips to our coats to our clothes to our necks when we can no longer pull away from each other and those hands god, those hands are now wrapped in my hair, screaming it awake and we just keep talking and we just keep talking and we just keep on talking until we finally stop to punctuate these words! Funny, we only try and tell this story when our eyes meet, just after you've pushed the hair from your eyes. Before either of us can start from the top your hair is in your eyes once more and your tongue is seeking refuge behind those chattering teeth and your vapor is rising again and I'm longing to listen some more.