Between skipping classes and arguing over washing dishes,
We meet for a meal;
Perfectly hidden from the world,
Trading stories and stealing secret glances from one another
Like children in a treehouse,
Counting stars and kissing scars
While ignoring all calls to go home.

Sipping Thai Iced teas and Sprite,
Accidentally brushing up against your calves
From under the table
And listening to you dreamily describe Golden Gate Park,
I forget that anything else exists
Besides the sound of your laughter,
The shine of your hair even in the dim lighting of this restaurant,
The soft curve of your shoulders,
And the rosy color of your lips.

There is only you,
And when we're together
We pull into each other like magnets
Suddenly then,
There is only us.

The night begins to disappear,
So I pay the bill and we find a new place to hide.
In a room of unfinished melodies and piano keys,
Our clumsy fingers touch ivory instead of skin,
Trying to remember songs we swore we used to know.

This tiny room with its bare off-white walls
Protects us from the world outside,
And still we're scared of being found;
Counting the minutes until we're caught
When instead we should be memorizing the way
We look whenever our eyes meet on accident.

There is only you,
And when we're together
We pull into each other like magnets
Suddenly then,
There is only us

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