Sitting in the truck
With the rain pouring down the glass
And pooling on the ground,
Our seats reclined,
You and I were warm, and
Sweet, heavy breath hung in the air,
Dense like fog.
We were just talking (about everything)
But all the while my heart was racing
In and out of the silences and words.
I was sure that you could hear it
As I leaned in and kissed you.