I saw her across the room fingers wrapped around a bottle the others spread out on the bar. I walked over to ask her to dance she said yes resting her fingers in my hand. After a kiss or two, I thought I knew. But I was tripped up by those baby blues. I’m just …
the drive
I brush the hair from your face in the lights of the passing cars. Then I place my hand on your knee as you sleep so peacefully. Without opening your eyes, you whisper ‘are we there yet?’ as you lace your fingers in mine. No, baby, it’s not time. When we get close to home, …
Dixie's Road Trip 