Tokyo city at night
we told the taxi cab to ‘just drive’
I fell asleep against the window
and woke up on your shoulder.
You were holding my hand.
Not just in a casual sort of way
but actually holding it out
admiring the contours of my hand,
the pink of each nail.
And for a little while
I pretended to be asleep
because I almost
didn’t want to know why.
Some experiences are too much for words, and too lovely for thinking.
I generally have a lot of extra lines to poems
but it’s easy to write too much.
This makes me think of those moments when a relationship is new, and you can’t get enough of one another-yet you don’t want the other person to know that you are starting to feel that way. I like that he didn’t wake up all the way. Great job. kim
ahh…… the ‘I am pretending to be asleep’ steal of a wonderful moment.
I love the memories of feeling love that this one manages to create.