before the sun rises your breath fogs
dewy windowpanes, sharply cold to the touch,
your fingers through the wool gloves,
ice on a windshield and cold air from this vent
until the car warms up,
until the engine heats itself.
in this awkward sunrise your breath's sound is a savior,
a rumor of some distant memory in another
times like these you make me wonder,
our eyes clash,
we ignore the obvious, we must
hide this awkward thought, this
is in such plain sight!
in the morning we go our separate ways,
when we wake we speak of mundane topics,
of things to hide our strange night.
maybe the next time you'll sit a little closer,
cough a little quieter,
smile a little softer.
maybe the next time your fog will chill me in another fashion,
maybe our eyes won't hide their curious glimpses.
catch me, if you can, it shouldn't be too hard when all of this is over.
your mystery!, in spite of the clarity, the reflection you are, this mystery!
the sun is rising, the heat in your car:
like we are,
like a storm at sea, inside of me.