Last night we felt reckless
So we drove down to Zuma Beach
At 3 in the morning—the dead of night.
Parked the car behind the lifeguard house
Lying on a blanket in the chilling sand,
We stared at the single star that hadn’t been
Drowned out by near-by LA city lights.
You folded your body around mine
And protected me from the “cold” of a
Mid-October night, the kind my so-cal bones
Are so sensitive to. Your chest, your arms, warmed me to the core.
There we fell asleep, under the guard of that single star.
Years later, I woke up to the sun rise,
With you stroking my arms like you always used to do.
All of a sudden I woke up in my own bed,
And you in yours 1,624 miles away.
I felt an ache in my bones, like the kind
From a Mid-October chilly night,
And I hoped you felt it too.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
Last night we felt reckless
So we drove down to Zuma Beach
At 3 in the morning—the dead of night.
Parked the car behind the lifeguard house
Lying on a blanket in the chilling sand,
We stared at the single star that hadn’t been
Drowned out by near-by LA city lights.
You folded your body around mine
And protected me from the “cold” of a
Mid-October night, the kind my so-cal bones
Are so sensitive to. Your chest, your arms, warmed me to the core.
There we fell asleep, under the guard of that single star.
Years later, I woke up to the sun rise,
With you stroking my arms like you always used to do.
All of a sudden I woke up in my own bed,
And you in yours 1,624 miles away.
I felt an ache in my bones, like the kind
From a Mid-October chilly night,
And I hoped you felt it too.
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