I want to feel you breathe,
The shallow intakes,
> and soft exhales of your sweet breath
On the nape of your neck
As we lie in the yellow Autumn grass.

We struggle to stay here,
fighting the sunlight slipping into night
> and Fall seeping into the comming winter.

Soon the stars will come out of their hiding places,
We can stay if you want.
But the more time I spend with you
> the harder it is to go back to my own home.

Do you think if I wish hard enough on a shooting star
> that I couuld possibly sleep on your bedroom floor,
>> or in the next room?
It doesn't matter as long as you're close.