Take Me Out

Take me out.

We could wine and dine.
We could lie on our backs and watch the stars pass us by.

We could walk.
Walk the woods, the beach, the mall, the neighborhood.

We could go for a drive.
I'd rest my head on the rolled-down window and watch the trees fly overhead.

We could sit on the grass or out in the leaves.
And feed the ants our secrets.

Just take me out.
Don't keep me locked inside the walls of your heart, keeping me safe with you but not letting me live or experience anything else.

Take me away. Show me ancient trees with deep carvings, foot-trails long forgotten with tall grass and deer who look startled that people have wandered into their midst. Take me dancing.

Take my hand.