one lover + one romantic = uncertainty

the sun only stayed out so long        
before father night beckoned him home        
I stayed out with you laying on wet grass        
trying to count the stars in the milky way        
clouds passed over head so we always lost count        
I tried impressing you so many times, so many ways        
it didn't matter that you liked me, you liked many others        
had it been any other circumstance would our guilt exist?        
       
rag time music in the distance barely reached our ears        
and I tried talking of the creation of man        
but you read many variations so it seemed a dry topic        
panicking, I could only think of the blanket we sat on        
so I mentioned how cold i was because the water soaked through        
then you moved closer, I smiled, and put my arms around you        
you said, "the songs the crickets make is so beautiful."        
what a redundant comment     
       
booze ran through my veins but were beginning to wear off        
I had a headache but said nothing, periodically closing my eyes        
people you love are affirmed when you may sit with them silently        
we sat saying nothing for quite a while, eyes closed, lost in nothingness        
blackness behind my eyelids glowed warm, green, yellow, purple...        
breaking silence, we described what these colored shapes resembled        
you saw an elephant, flower, cat, baby, tree, and two men running        
then you leaned over to kiss me and I said, "all I see is colored smoke  "