Time is slowing down
I'm more anxious every second
Your skinny hands holding mine
While I sleep in the car
The lullaby of the crickets
Singing in the dark
But I don't want just your hands
I want your lips
I want your kiss
I want you
And now that you're actually here
My poetry is once more alive
All the hurting is gone
My saudade* along
Please, shout!
Hold me tightly
And do not let me go
You are beautiful
And I couldn't ask for more
You are poetry
The love that came to my door
And this car just keeps going
Leading us to the unknown
Your touch
Stripping me to the bone
Secretly kissing at the car's back seat
And only a night's wish
To remind me
I won't be here for long
And that hurts the most
*Saudade is a Portuguese word meaning "A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and lost." (By Otherwordly)
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