Nights Like These

We look at each other from across the table

Within a crowded room, a helpless romantic 

can only hope to listen to her voices words

When she smiles and glances away from

making pristine eye contact because its too much,

one can begin to wonder, what are we doing across the table

from one another?

I think it'd be hilarious if we turned out one day to be lovers

It would go against nearly everything we've ever 

weaved together into our basket or painted thoughts,

drunken nights, and sleepovers that felt like

nights where we were little girls

We never talked then 

Across the table from one another,

we make up for lost years

and spurt out our lives

We spit truths even if we knew them all along

The difference between us is,

you're psychic 

You know my life and my thoughts

from the inside, out

More than anyone from the same perspective

We are relatively close to being you, the activist

and I, the visionary

I could paint you in my mind endlessly

From your perfect teeth to your poetic mind

that the internet can only catch glimpses and squint to see

I'd never kiss you in mid sentence to try and be "cute"

I'm a gentle lady in disguise, with class

Together, we have delicately coated minds

that are acrylic

I wish that all of the nights across the table

went on into the next day and more

Like this night, will never end

~Tina Meeks