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
A great poem. Kind of restfless feel. =)