Lounged on a couch with your unbroken gaze
Disappearing at the end of our nights
Your living compass; a desirable chase
Strung in the middle of Christmas lights
Within every scene and tangled inbetween:
an embrace, you caressed my deepest despairs
One smirk only yours could get out of me
would turn into tears at an altar we shared
A black sky, I’m reclined, feet up on your dash
The endless I-10 without traffic and weight
After all, cloud nine in years would only last
for as long as we were willing to make
Sinister lights and thunder left marks
A past; Questioned: Were we ever enough?
Desperate to weather new strikes in the dark
And never alone when our foreheads touch
Jordan Rachel 