Let's sit here for hours

and not mention the time once.

Tilting our chairs back to stare above

at the sky, black in lust, rippling from dreams.

Pin point the stars, bowing to their queen-

a lily-green beauty, with fiery locks.

Turn our eyes down, but out,

and let them calmly memorize the backyard we haunt.

We sit across from each other, serene,

yet speaking fervently, and ignoring spectators.

We share ghastly grins across an offered lighter

And enjoy the night's chill, as it settles and sinks into our skin.

They look on, not speaking, because of our passion.

It lives, and moves; more alive than they.

But we refuse them entrance to our deepest mind,

only because their eyes glow that distracting neon-green.