August 10, 2010
She is my whirlwind of laughter that
Chaotically slips and slides across the room
Her eyes dancing around the faces that turn to look at her
Not stopping on any one of them, she makes her way to me
Her half smile, half grin, her sharp teeth biting her lower lip
She pulls my hand out of my pocket and grabs it,
Dragging me to the center of the dance floor
And we move
Partly to the rhythm of her heartbeat and partly to mine
My clumsy left feet don’t go a step out of time and
I can tell, this girl is something else
She wines and dines me, takes me out to our car
We go for a drive, trying to get as far as the moon
So that maybe I would lean out on a dream and give her the stars that sail by
We pull over to the side of a cliff and lay down in the moist grass
Not afraid of getting it in our hair she wants to
Kiss me under the night sky, in the middle of fireflies
She wants to hold my hand while it wraps around her and
Lean into me, just a little bit, so that I could whisper
Something to her that would make her want me
A little more than she probably does
But my stupid mouth couldn’t even get out… Words!
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