Never out of breath we
gasped into the night sky for the fun of it. For
every promise we kissed into
each tore up road sign. Every
in God we -suddenly- trust near miss.
That lanky turn of highway
Your feet on the dashboard,
car doors full of empty soda pop cans.
like we ran out of gas, laughing like
we’d never seen this rest-stop
before, like we’d always find a way to
My two-fingered whiskey grip on your hips,
cheeks flushed –
thighs stuck to thighs
stuck to thighs stuck to
every mile we’d yet.
Your hands all over my chest,
bumper bruised with your name.
Right up on the edge of the best view –
a star scape of your eyes reflected rear-view
and my heart beating back.
Never out of breath.