ride

Let's sit.

& we'll cast shadows in a room lit by candles, sitting cross legged over a blanket so large it covers the floor from any direction the eye can see. We'll drink seltzer water and pretend it's something else, pretend we're those people who indulge themselves in intoxications & we'll pretend we're those people who take one sip and let their secrets fly. We'll sit in arms reach and remain constantly touching -- blanket under bare feet and our fingertips just pressed to skin, tracing the warmth back to its source.

We'll touch fingertips to lips and dip in & together, we'll let our secrets slip as we slip into one another.

Tumble back into the wave of blankets, I want to talk about our dreams & I want to see myself in every one of them with you, right beside you.

I'll tell you how I want to go to Spain, how I don't speak a word but when I close my eyes and picture it I see myself with two tickets poised in fingertips. I see myself taking off with you, everything else taken care of & we take another sip of our own intoxicated dreams and you'll whisper you'd love to, the way we whisper at three A.M., the way we share soft words between kisses.

And we'll share our big dreams, & talk about all our plans and wants and needs and at every stop there will be you & there will be me, waiting with hand held out to take, and we will take it every time.

Always there for the next step of our dreams together.