"Do you want to?"
As if asking her is not enough to tell
We step out of the car and I walk her
The night always gets colder
"Knowing that once you walk inside that door,

She drops a grape on the ground.
With a nimble toss, it's throwen
Colliding with two young lovers.
They promise to never let go
And to touch what has been covered.

She looks at me
Ebony hair draws oner her face
Night fingers tucks it back
Douring eyes watches my soul
There is no reson for me to speak
She knows the answer

I look at her