three days before the end of the semester

Fifteen minutes pass so fast

with your breath on my lips

and your heart pounding in my hand.

We lie on the damp ground staring

at where the stars should be

behind the canopy of leaves that traps our breath around us, 

presses us into each other. 

You whisper and I tangle my fingers

in your hair and listen;

there is nothing more than your voice

and the sky and the dreamcatcher

hanging from a branch high above us. 

I catch your breath on my tongue, kiss

that soft place on your neck one last time.

Your lips form "I love you" but the wind

steals the words and braids them into the branches I can't reach.

All I want is your voice in my ear, 

your hands in my hair, the wind

whistling through the space between our bodies

like the song I'll never get out of my head.