Driving home in the dark.

Watch you steer us through the midnight.

Your relaxed face unaware stops my thoughts.

Subtle blue dashboard light reveals the beautiful

curves of your cheeks, nose, eyelashes.

Damn, those eyelashes. They make me jealous.

Following the trail down your forehead… nose… lips. Lips.

God, I love your face caught in these streetlights. These streets and their lights are on my side. They keep you distracted so I can watch your features melt away to reveal all this to me in secrecy. Watch the soul of you. Like someone sleeping.

Sometimes time gets stuck in its gears. All autumn long. The first quiet snow. Sleep in a hammock. Now.

Watch your thoughts through your eyes. Watch your loving through your lips. Damn, let me forgive this lack of mental understanding. Not knowing what it is your face does to me when you don’t know I’m watching.

Over.

You catch me.

I stop watching,

allow my fingers to intertwine with yours,

eyes pass over each streetlamp winking,

and let my thoughts come back once again.

Winter 2004/2005