We're in the bed of an
old, reddish-orange pick-up truck.
It's dark and we're in the dusty parking lot of a local park.
You're nervous and showing it.
"What if someone finds us?"
"What if we fall asleep and miss curfew?"
"What if a cop pulls up?"
"What if an ax murderer comes stalking out of the trees?"
I'm nervous and not showing it.
My happiness is outweighing the nerves.
I roll to face you, run my fingers through your hair.
Kiss you softly and roll back to face the sky.
"Show me the constellations again. Please?"
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