another afternoon at the mall

I see the twinkle play hide and seek with the numbers crunching in the corner of your eyes as the white gold flirts with the low lighting and the lust in my smile. The center stone remains a mystery we’ll wait and see about, but my finger is left naked in its honesty of letting you see how I’d wait for your knee for eternity.
Does it help if I promise to say yes if you ask?
Back to the heat of the waiting car and the familiarity of nights apart. One more day to dream about the rest of our life I’m planning without knowing for sure it’s ours for the taking but I swear I’m not making any ultimatums when this heart is at stake dangling cautiously over the crystal clear counter.