The horizon stretched out just beyond your dashboard,
all directions pointing to new.
The light touch of your finger, traced against the freckle
leaning on my clavicle
as you whisper, “it’s always been you.”
The wind, weaving in and out, through the black leaves of tall trees
that sway, and create glimmering portraits against your skin.
Light lips, that raise the hair against the back of your neck,
from which your shoulders arch and you smile.
You’ve always told me where your sensitive parts are.
Tell our friends we’ve gone,
vanished, with no trace of a map, no sense of direction,
we want no one to follow.
We’ve given no explanation,
deserved no fair warning.
We loved you all dearly
but we love each other (and I love him)
Firelight | Young The Giant
Lay down by the fire light
For all I know it’s the last time