a girl on a bench

you are now 
you are nights running through the streets 
taking the shoes off my feet 
kisses underneath palm trees. 
you are now 
you are wine and cheese in the sand 
holding my hand through alley’s 
sharing ice cream before dinner. 
you are now 
you are tickles in the sheets 
listening to me and all my dreams 
even the nightmares that creep on me. 
you are now 
you are summer turning to fall 
the strums on my guitar as they lift and fall 
the one who sees beauty in me even when I see none at all. 
you are now 
you are kisses in the morning 
cigarettes on the porch 
caring about me when I thought no one cared at all. 
you are now. 
that is all. 
now.