In my arms

Life from above & far away.

We swing on swingsets seating just two, and when I'm coming down and you're going up we reach out across the way and our fingertips touch somewhere that seems miles above the sand beneath us. & I think, that must be what love is -- finding the connection when everything in the world is moving in different places, finding the place where your fingertips touch.

I want to run away with you and keep that feeling forever, I want to run away with you to a place where I can kiss each fingertip and never have the world throw us into a place where we can't be touching, where we can't be seeing & loving with clumsy arms and hearts filled with love.

Because when our swings reach the top and we're both their together, arms stretched out -- the view from above is amazing.

I see Paris & Spain & France, a little boat the sails along on the sea and a bridge that's just for you and me, overlooking the canals of the city place, we'd stand, the only ones in the city -- or at least the only ones in our hearts. Foreign pastry & words, smiles that mean the same thing no matter where you are in the world -- and the feeling of your lips touching mine, breathing life into the night and waking the stars.

When we're at the top of the swings I see a world where I can be anywhere loving you and never having to have your hand leave mine. & I will kiss every fingertip and love every moment if I get to spend them all with you.

Life and love in the little connections, I just want to hold your hand in mine, I just want to wake up to your eyes. & I'll daydream of days when I never have to swing back down and wait to hold you again.

Because every moment of connection is a wish at 11:11 fulfilled.