wednesday

the sound of car horns

and lights in the air,

the night is crisp,

with a brisk chill,

the intersection frozen,

red turns green,

your hand grasps mine,

and we run,

like we are free,

across the street,

my arm locks

around your waist,

and yours 

rests on my shoulders,

our steps are in unison,

and our laughter is heard

from miles away,

smiles are constant,

your hand in mine,

i feel it.

walking the yellow line,

right down the middle,

these moments, 

are memorable.

as you walk me up the  steps,

i can feel it,

its growing inside of me.

this used to be nothing, 

i avoided this

for awhile,

i failed to give you a chance,

and now...

i can't imagine 

forgetting this night.

on this night,

age is a number,

we act like..

kids on the playground,

when in reality,

we are adults,

running freely,

not a care in the world....

i'm glad i took your hand

and gave you a chance,

you took this cold spirit

and warmed my soul.

now we stand here,

silently embraced

at the top of the steps,

i feel your hands 

warm my neck,

as i look up 

and our eyes meet,

our lips graze

and then lock,

and i feel it,

you,

give me chills,

that warm my spine,

and as i turn to go inside

a slight glimpse 

of you is all i have 

as i disappear,

into the night.