your pink hair would glow in the dark
outshining the red lights we would drive past
to get to the next empty parking lot

with every whip of our heads
the world's air leaves trails of starlight
in this asphalt, concrete, nebulae

you're mysterious
within this dark damp forest
you're a fairy adorned

the streetlamps your sagittarius
the skyline our fireflies
the reflections of the rained roads

our crystal path
to the magic ballrooms

and maybe when we get there
we can get another drink

if we have some leftover
after paying our taxi driver extra
to hasten past the empty avenues

it's 1 am
it's beautiful
i like you
and i'm glad to be outside