Saturday, November 19, 2011

Driving Home

The hot summer wind blows through your hair
as your hide-the-eyes sunglasses block out
the dust and the sun. You look like a Hollywood icon,
or maybe some Bond girl on the run.

We swoosh around the curves like we’re riding waves
until we hit a straightaway of smooth sailing.
This road, this sea, is ours as the night rolls in behind us.

We miss our turn twice, but keep driving.
The onyx sky is a high tide rolling in over
the azure ocean above us. We are just ahead of the wave
of darkness overcoming the day.

You drive faster as the air is cooking around us,
and throw your sunglasses in the backseat.
Your eyes are bluer than I have ever seen,
and your smile brighter than the rising moon.


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