Warm Springs, Oregon
We lay in the Station Wagon, often silent, sometimes laughing. Our skin touched briefly, before that damn sense of propriety kicked in. Your singsong shirt and my warm hand, Goddamn they smelled good. The corner of my eye sees more than you probably know, unless that is, you already know that. For some reason, I hope that you do.
I apologize for my convenient online compromise. I mistook your name for his, and I couldn't do anything about it. The years are not as long as they seem, and I don't know how to make you aware of time. All I have is a jar of sand, and hopes that you like the beach. My gun and sarcasm are weak defense for your [gorgeous] sideways smile and blue-green eyes. To be quite honest, I've got nothing. I can only smile, and hope you don't understand, while praying that you do.
Thanks for drinks, crispy hashbrowns, the rides, our nap, your jokes, my smiles, and your Company.
I apologize for my convenient online compromise. I mistook your name for his, and I couldn't do anything about it. The years are not as long as they seem, and I don't know how to make you aware of time. All I have is a jar of sand, and hopes that you like the beach. My gun and sarcasm are weak defense for your [gorgeous] sideways smile and blue-green eyes. To be quite honest, I've got nothing. I can only smile, and hope you don't understand, while praying that you do.
Thanks for drinks, crispy hashbrowns, the rides, our nap, your jokes, my smiles, and your Company.