you're in a car with a beautiful boy,
and he wont tell you that he loves you,
but he loves you. and you feel terrible, like robbed a liquor store,
or swallowed pills or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt,
and you're tired. you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him you love him,
and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling,
but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist,
and you feel your heart taking root in your body,
like you discovered something
you don't even have a name for.