Monday, July 27, 2009

Shiver












Waiting in the dark outside the bar. A hand on my shoulder, a smile lit up, a hug hello. My head fits perfectly below his collar bone.

Walk into the bar, far too crowded. Hand on my back, shivers down my spine. The first date.

New bar, dark table against the wall, a conversation that ebbs and flows like the tide across the table. It comes in waves but never ends.

Three hours later. Lean across the table, close the space between knees and faces. Drawn together by drink and summer.

Short walk home, a hug goodbye. My head fits perfectly below his collar bone.

3 comments:

JRenee said...

whew.. wow. shivers down my spine.

jennifer said...

"and I shiver when I'm with you..."

MP said...

love it.