June 9th, the onset of winter

I inhaled the balmy air

Of your black subcompact

Two pairs of eyes attached to the reservoir

It was our place of solitude

Watching the subtle waves

Flow with the winter wind

It felt as though I was wading

Through the intensity between us

Though we did not speak

I knew what you were saying

But turning toward you

Created a point of no return

Our passion was exposed

With the reservoir as our only witness