bewitching

to know that you feel the same as i do is a three-fold utopian dream…

i walked through tunnels
and crowded streets, eyes
shut tight, because
your hand held me close and
your feet and eyes led mine…

we smoke away our inhibitions.  we should confront those around us, but instead we escape.  we walk in the dark through puddles and past unlit houses.  it’s cold.  you like feeling my cold hands on your face.  i looked in the mirror before we left, and you had left marks all across my neck.  this will be one of the nights we remember so well in forever when we’ve grown up and apart.  together for hours: it feels like minutes and it feels like days at the same time. you guide me down hills and across empty streets with my eyes closed.  i feel like there is nothing beneath me, and every time i open my eyes, it feels like i have been asleep for weeks.  and without warning you pull me close and dip me low and kiss me gently.  this is so new and fresh.  and the night sleeps soundly around us.  we are dancing slowly in the street, i am singing in your ear, your hands are rubbing my back.  we are bewitching, the moon is hidden, the air hangs heavy.

we laugh like soft, mad children
smug in the willowy cotton brains of infancy
the music and voices are all around us.

{jim morrison}