On a hill : Day 48 #100daysofwriting

Fingers trailing
Against the dark sky
Shadow playing in moonlight
I told you I'd only kiss
On sight of a shooting star
You tricked me with a passing plane
I didn't mind
Fingers trailing
Along insides of elbows
Goosebumps flare with chill
I told you I couldn't love you
You said you had enough
Enough love to compensate
So I pretended to see a shooting star
And kissed you back
Fingers linked in quiet prayer
That the night would never end
I think I did fall for you
Under the stars
On a hill.