You
Me
Front Seat
You lean
Into me
The dark of night is comforting
We overlook the valley
Like the Hollywood sign
The bustle below is dead silent
The visual akin to millions of lightning bugs
Floating about
The Flamingos on the airwaves
“My love must be a kind of blind love”
“I can’t see anyone but you”
Our arms secure and comfort us
Yours to me
Mine to you
They say actions speak louder than words
Tonight we’ve uttered no words
And said a lot
Whipped Owl 