traffic jamb.

Do you remember the night
when you whispered words too delicate to be spoken aloud
and our voices drifted between the blaring horns
on a busy street, while our fingers intertwined
and our two shadows met on the the cracked sidewalk
and the birds yelled to us to stay inside?

You walked into the middle of the street
and closed your eyes with your arms opened wide.
I kissed the tip of your nose
and your eyes opened, slowly.
You said "Good Morning"
and the cars slowed around us.