Stars

The night screams with crickets chirping
The fire runs with alcohol
You and I we sit
We talk
Your hand
On my thigh

To place my finger on the one thing i feel
it's inevitable
unbreakable
to humble to say

the talking between glimpses of smoke
the smell so bitter in the air
the fate that we sit and talk
and talk
we watch the night
and secrete into the dense air
this is it.

this is my love song.