I have never wanted to be kissed in the cliché rain
With my hair soaked and stuck and my make up running
Down the sides of my face.
I want to be kissed when the snow is lightly falling from the night sky
With a thin layer of snow covering the road
With the streetlights on as we dance through the cold.
I want to have picnics under the blooming apple trees
Laying on a checkered blanket staring up at the clouds
Making shapes from them as the warm wind enwraps us.
I want to make love in a pool
Or in the bed of his ford truck
Looking up at the summer stars
Listening to music by the fire place.
I want to play with fireworks.
I want to take walks down roads covered in fallen leaves
Holding hands in the cool winds as the leaves fly and cascade
In circles around us across the pavement, making that skittering sound.
