Emily Winters                                                                                                                    

"And slip your jacket over my shoulders"

I'm overthinking things cause

I overthink everything.

But I do know that your smile looks

Beautiful in the harsh spectral searchlight

Of passing cars as they whisk

By our stationary forms, exposing us

To one another and ourselves to

The world.

But your lips and teeth were bathed in

Light, again. Again.

I see red lights up ahead and

Stretching a mile away from my breaching

Fingertips gasping for oxygen above the

Crimson heads of waves, I see

Stars that I wish into existence. Radio

Tower.

I lean into you subtly or rather I let

Myself lose feeling in my arms as they

Are assaulted by the night spitting its -

Bonfire embers spiraling away - grass

Wet paint wet - Dreams onto my lips and

I feel you painting my lips in the dark,

Shrugging your jacket over my shoulders.

I let the night take control of my body

And fold me into you, hoping that you'll

End my chill and slip your jacket

Over my shoulders.