Miles and miles of ink black tarmac...

'Faster', I squeal with excitement.
Your eyes light up
Headlights bright in the dark.
A huge satisfied smile stretches across your face,
Cheshire cat grin.

We vault into the night
Destination least of our worries.
Your eyes catch mine for a second,
I relish the thoughts that pass between us, some of them aching to break the skin.
You are mine and I can't think of anything else I could possibly need.

I watch the ice form tiny road maps across the window.
You try and count the months we have left on this earth.
I am warm, though our bodies are not touching.
I reach for your hand
It burns into my palm.

We are born of stars
Just Space dust and tiny bits of rust
The light of an ancient blistering sun
Which entices us to carry on
We desperately cling to the world below
All lit up and put on show
But should your sparkle cease to shine
At least we had this snippet of time.

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,--
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

Let's fly to France, let's swim to Spain
Would could row a boat, we could hop a train

I could rob a bank, you could steal a car
We could drive all night, we could race the stars

We'll get high on love, we will live in sin
Follow our feet past places they have ever been

Let's put out our thumbs, take a holiday
We could go right now, we could leave today

You could play your music, I could learn to paint
We could live as outlaws, we could change our names

We won't need no sleep, we won't care to eat
We'll just keep on searching, following our feet

Let's take a chance, let's run away
We could **** some time, we could even stay

A soft tap on the glass.
The sound forever suspended in my memory like a photograph.
All other sound is just noise.
You look like an angel, standing in your own personal moonlight.
I pray to god that this is real because I have never seen anything so beautiful.
*I'm so ******* thrown...