under a tree, wrapped in blankets

i saw you there with your eyes closed
you leaned in close with your hands exposed
i was hoping you would soon reach out
to me

it was dusk and you were all dark blue
and how I wanted to kiss you
the wind took all my defenses
away

i was holding on to your hand tight
you opened up and you flashed white and blue

and it's not exaggeration
when i say i can't compose
a simile or stanza
that would even come so close
to describe your kind of beauty
and the grace that you employ
when your face's some kind of billboard
where you advertise your joy

i saw you there with your eyes closed
you leaned in close with your hands exposed
i was hoping you would soon reach out
to me