Waiting all day to get you alone

Now that we're here, I'm suddenly shy.

My nervous fingers twirl a lock of hair,

You're gazing thoughtfully up at the sky.

"It was a nice day," you said as you turned.

I'm sitting on the closed trunk of my car.

"Beautiful," I agreed as I watched you inhale

The tip of your cigarette glows like a star.

We are out in the desert, it's mid-September.

There's no one nearby, we're all alone.

Discussing the heat, is summer over at last?

The slight breeze teases me with your cologne.

We talk of the latest windstorm for a while.

Desert dwellers can discuss wind endlessly.

We're both sitting on the trunk of my car.

I'm distracted by your hand on my knee.

Anticipation builds, my foot starts to shake.

My fingers keep getting tangled in my hair.

And you're still talking about the forecast.

And I suddenly realize how little I care.

We can talk about the weather all day long,

I realize this with an epiphany of sorts,

I've fallen in love, so as long as I'm next to you,

I'll even listen when you talk about sports.