Every Move We Never Made

It was a warm night with a cool breeze. My favorite.

I met you at that bar that I had frequented so many times in the past year.

I was in my favorite 501s and my "Neil Young" hat.
I remember how you kept looking at me... Round, blue eyes staring deep into mine. Mouth in a slight smile. Your buck teeth showing out from under your old fashioned western mustache.

There was something in the way you looked at me that made me feel so... light.

I said something silly, as I usually do. A breeze came through and swept my tangled, messy hair across my face. I turned to the breeze, closed my eyes, inhaled, exhaled, smiled.

A little scoff escapes your mouth. I turn to see you, with that slight smile on your face. I smile back, questioningly... Wondering what your scoff was about.

"What?" I say. 

"You're a goddess." 

I blush and turn my face back to the breeze.

I think I knew then that this was going nowhere.
But I still enjoyed every move we never made in no direction.