On the way home I slip my hand in yours,
driving down the roadway, lanes all clear.
You're searching for a new CD before the end
of the current song, enjoying the time
we have together in the car. Glancing up your eyes meet mine,
and I have to look back to the road before I make a mistake.
Some would say it could have been a mistake
when I sent an email to answer yours.
You dared danger responding to mine.
We broke the rules and knew it, meeting so soon after. Clear
thinking would have told us to take more time.
Some means are justified in the end.
And my lane is about to end,
daydreaming along the road leads to mistakes.
It seems like we never have enough time.
I want so much to show you my world. Yours
is more bounded, more rational, things seem so clear.
I wonder if you could ever understand mine.
You seem to read my thoughts. Your hand squeezes mine,
bringing sad thoughts to an abrupt and welcome end.
Red stoplight, and I can look into eyes so clear,
such perfect blue. A beep from behind shows me my mistake.
Oops. It changed. I blush but my laugh joins yours.
Another squeeze, but we're making good time.
Home soon, and then it will be time
to curl up together and reassure you that you're mine.
It's such a joy to feel my naked skin on yours.
There are some moments I never want to end.
No, that exchange of electrons was no mistake.
When I hear your quiet breathing in the night that much is clear.
Pulling into the driveway once more my thoughts are
clear.
I park the car and take a moment to kiss you one more time.
Your fervent response makes me weak. I can't mistake
your breathing's speeding, matching mine.
I reluctantly pull away in the end,
but as we go in the house once more my hand finds yours.
It's long been clear that you were mine,
From the time blue eyes met green. But in the end,
Make no mistake: I am yours.
