the way i feel

i'm writing about the way
i feel
when i am on the top
of a truck
bouncing around
when there
is wind in my
hair
when for all the world
i feel free

i'm writing about the way
i feel
when i can lay in
the snow
when the frost makes
my lips all the
more
red when i walk
in the door and my
edges are
wet

i'm writing about the way
i feel
when i lie exhausted
next to you
when i can feel our
breathing in sync
when our hands
lie intertwined
and i feel so endless
in this darkness