Darkshine Raven

Just A Life
2003-03-13 07:00:18 (UTC)

Truck

We are chatting in the darkish hues of night.
The darkness fell just like I fell for you
as we talked about so many things.
Endless words filling up a bowl to it's brim,
wisking away the emptiness of aquintenses.
On normal nights I would be shivering,
but I'm with you.
The spot where you touch me seems so warm,
and the conversation flows like warm water
along my soul.
I like getting to know you in this way.
Pretenses are hanging here and they stab my heart,
bitter loving anguish strikes.
Valuing this feeling.
I want to kiss you.
But I don't make a move,
and you don't.
We just talk in the dark
so comfortable with our thoughts.
They echo resoundingly.
And eventhough I want to feel your lips,
I don't move.
Content instead to hug you tight.
I think you like me.
I know you do.
Someday our lips will meet
and then we'll be content to pass the time
kissing instead of talking,
indulging without thought.
But until then,
I'm perfectly satisfied with spoken
words of confidence uttered in your truck.




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