Fall Behind Your Eyes

He looked so different. I never really observed the way he mouths the words to lyrics that mean

something to him. His lips mold each word into a language that becomes his own. His eye gaze at me

with with something sparkling deep within him- a soul maybe- something that makes him even more

desirable- more desirable then the glitter of the stars and the dancing of the moon.

He was different as soon as the song changed and the lyrics replayed some flashback from both our

pasts...how could I forget the gentle caress of his hand across mine and the deep cowboy comfort of his

 sleepy voice. The heat from both our bodies makes the car hotter than the air streaming in from outside.

 Mostly from the steam of the late night hot tub rally with friends. But, maybe something a little more

with body chemistry and late night hormones. It's silly how my brain over-thinks the most simple of

meetings but, he was different and so was I.

It echos still within the everything we touched- the car seat, the windows, the hot tub, the hand that held

 mine. I can't take any of it back and either can he, our meeting is mirrored across the heavens in some

twisted propaganda scheme, but angels won't lie they know the truth. I can't take any of my actions or

his away for I don't want to...it would be like erasing the feelings that shook in the moment that he was

different.