Your tender face inches away.
The car switch's lanes.
The sky is dark.
In your hands flips the only light other than car lights.
The light bounces of your blue eyes.
Your earbud falls out.
I pick it up and run my hand under your chin.
Slowly moving it to your ear.
You take it from me.
I pull my hand back, worried.
You turn slightly and smile.
Lips inches near.
Every chance I got.
Sand squished between my toes.
I remember lying in the sand with you hours ago.
Now we lie here again together.
In the lonley dark.
Whispering our words.
People sit near by.
Its as if were alone.
The fireworks ignite to the sky.
All I can focus on is you.
The way the fireworks make you look.
Make your chest rise up faster.
The campfire sizzles and crumples.
The sun has gone.
Bugs bite at my bare legs.
I slap at one anxiously.
I look at you and back to the sky.
I speak softly.
Is that the second star to the right.
Your look at me with a crooked grin.
I slowly say, like in Peter Pan.
You hesitate but blurt out laughing.
I whack at you.
Who do you think I am, Tiger Lily?