Half past eleven, a car driving down an empty road
Music is playing loudly from the speakersI'm sitting in the passenger seat
Cigarette light shines like two miniature suns
We own the world, we both know it
The neck, dotted with purple spots, pulses to the rhythm
After you kissed me at the gas station
Your perfume is part of my scent
You squeeze my knee, I close my eyes, I release a cloud of smoke into the ether
If I'm not watching you, I'm following the veil of the moon
And I imagine us holding hands
I'd rather not see the end of this road
Because this is the moment the universe is on my side
But when I fall asleep tonight, we'll be next to each other
After we both drown in red wine
When I stroke your hair, my heart beats louder
I could feel this heat inside even if it wasn't the end of July
I want to frame you, name our baby after you
I throw the cigarette butt out the window, I feel so young
I've always waited for someone to show me what passion can do
You
I only love You!
YOU ARE READING
Messages on the Bedside Table
PoetryShort messages for my lover made from random red or pink words that come my way.