The Kiss

The soft sounds of ice hitting glass and people discussing their lives filters all around us. The sounds of the bar evaporate as he whispers to me of love and kisses. I lean towards him pressing my lips to his, and I can't breath, as we gently kiss among strangers. Sighing - I lean away, waiting for my world to regain its balance. I dream of sitting here kissing him forever. The past forgotten and locked away.