Slow, movement, Lullabye and closure

We spoke so slow, by the tree.

I was feeling a bit slosh and you,

You were smiling at the people passing.

I asked you a world of questions

You seemed to answer them all

And we left it at that to start lip making.

Movements so slow, I liked that

And you moved your hand onto mine

We were only a small part of that night.

You lay on the couch

Pulled down to make a bed

And I placed my hand over yours

With our eyes closed.

Your breath

Inhale

Exhale

I counted each one

We were just strangers in this moment

And you felt my eyes on your hair.

Movement

Slow Like before

And the lips made their own

Again

Your friend drove you home

And I, the same

We passed our goodbyes with eye contact and each others name.