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Dancing, Landing, Melting

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His arms pull me in closer, to the left side of his car,
where we share a seat sitting face to face, head to chest.
I count the heartbeats.
One, two, three.
An unfamiliar silence soon fills the air,
bringing about the breaths we breathe
and a soft mumble from the tattered iPod that lay in the cup holder.

A soft glow from the streetlight fills the left side of his car.
When my eyes meet his,
I soon become mesmerized by the swirl of blue and green.
His eyes leave mine,
only to point out a gentle white falling from the sky—
dancing, landing, melting.

The smile, a kiss;
lips linger for a moment,
distracting me from the gentle white,
outside the left side of his car.

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