wild horses (very rough)

somewhere in an alternate universe,
in a world similar to this one,
they sit in a dark corner
of some lonely, smokey juke joint.

tired fingers smoking
and gypsy mouths running-
straight towards each others.
so many things to say
and not enough time to say them.

with eyes locked,
they keep one ear on the conversation,
with the other ear memorizing each other's pattern of breath.
each one pondering the taste of salt water taffy kisses,
and the smell of warm sticky embraces.

and there in that dark corner,
they connect through touch,
sound, and vibration.
they are the only two people alive,
there in that dark corner of the world.