Monday, December 26, 2011

Perfection

its dark out
you can see stars for miles
the barn is just a dim glow in the distance.
the horses run around us
kicking up dirt and making me feel at home.
the smell of horses and the country makes me feel free.
I stand there and watch you in the moonlight
hardly paying any attention to what you are saying.
I want to tell you to stay, the words "don't go." form on my lips
but are never spoken.
I know you have to go, but I do not want you to.
you are still talking
I walk up to you and cut you off mid sentence 
with nothing more than a kiss.
how I wish I could capture that moment forever.
The stars and the moon,
horses all around
as I kiss you in a country pasture.
Perfection.

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