Wild Horses.

She slid behind that curve in his back
And lifted him up between her knees.
She felt him lean back against her chest
As she made her shoulders meet the backs of his,
Connecting her hands in that intertwine-way.

"I've been listenin' to that song about wild horses,"
She said in his ear, as her eyes
Rested on that spot above the top
Of the apartment with the cloud-high white
Ceilings she always dreamed about.
She gently rested her heart and her gaze
On that same place as he asked,
"Oh yeah?" But he already knew the answer.
He already knew they both needed more than this.
"Yeah," she said, easing her breath and her
disappointment into the same word.
"Why do you think that is," he inquired.
"Same reason it always is," she said.
"Same reason we get frustrated these days
And talk about runnin' away to California?
That same reason?"
"Yeah, it's always that," she said.
"I've just got too much of it, baby.
I've just got too much for a place like this."

He leaned back a little bit farther,
Resting in that he had her,
Glad she always said everything
He'd been thinking all day.
"I know, baby," he whispered.
"It's just that today I've been thinking about it,
And everytime I breathe, it feels like---
We could fly away."

They both sighed, and held a little tighter.

"It's just that, you give me strength, you know?
And now that I have it, I gotta use it."
He sighed and followed,
"I know. I know that too."
"What if we just did it?" she said.
"What if we just ran away?"

Breathing in them both he whispered,
"But baby, we already have.
We've already run away from those things."
"What if I need to be farther?" she asked.
"Then you know I'm coming with you."
"Good," she hesitated, "Because you know I need you."
"Then let's go?" he asked to the center of her eyes.
"Let me just pack a few things first?" she tried.
"Of course," he said.
And she began to stand, putting weight
On the feet and arms that had been waiting
To be free for some time now.
Heading for the suitcase, she couldn't help
But sigh a smile--
This would be the end of sad song on the radio, year.
She could feel it.