Things that mean nothing ease away
Float to pin-points like stars in the sky.
I'm watching those stars with my head on your shoulder
This late night bus-ride back into Boulder.
I'm happy to be here, I could stay awhile
You're holding me close as we pass city lights
You mean to me oceans, your gravity's there
bundled in wool, fraught with Hurst hair.
There will be talk of Bronco's games, how the Avs lost.
But I'm happy and warm with the guy I like most.
And all through the bus ride we'll stay like this:
Dreamlike, content, an occasional kiss.
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