a new love.

another day we spend together

walking the cold beach

beneath a sky of violet

while birds soar above us screaming

his hand wraps around mine

his smile is as bright as his eyes

his skin is soft like a blanket

his hair blooms like a rose

and I smile back

but it's hard to do it

to look someone in the face who cares about you so much

and lie right back without saying a word

I'd planned to stay throughout winter

but this is becoming too much

because deep down I need him

I know that feeling like the back of my hand

it goes beyond the passionate nights in the apartment

the one he shares with his friend

and goes beyond the long kisses

and the times on the beach where neither of us says a thing

it's also the talks until six in the morning

it's the way his chest smells like a small creek in the morning

and how he smiles over that small mug of coffee

and just the feeling of his fingertips against mine

we sit and it's cold

but we're both so warm

and he leans against me

a precious thing in a dark and terrible world

but even now as I feel so much

for this beautiful wonderful boy next to me

I can't stop picturing

the road that leads away from here

perhaps further north

or maybe back to the midwest

where giant trucks roam like lone wolves

and wind roars like an angry wild animal

that Thrill

that tug of emotion I feel when I picture leaving

it still rests deep in my heart

as if it's a part of my body

and like an addiction to a drug

I simply can't make myself stop

I can't hold back that yearning for the road

to be somewhere other than here

and it breaks my heart

even as he turns to me now

and smiles and asks

"what are you thinking about?"

and I answer, "I'm thinking about love"