let me drive you

more romantic

then the candle light

dinners i could watch

in your eyes



more then silk shirts

i could unbutton at

2 am



more then slow dancing

in the darkness of your

new apartment with only

street lights on



let me drive you

to work and

kiss you in

the parking lot

before you get out



knowing it will be

eight hours 'til those

kisses become a bookend

to the ones i give you

when i pick you up

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Marianne Chrisos's picture

A great poem. Kind of restfless feel. =)