Consumed by the thought of what might happen next,
she lost her only chance to find out.

It’s chaos, sweetness
Some kind of confusion that
Unravels one’s mind

Icicles drip from the edges of your car, but we're drinking up fire within
I lay back, feeling the clouds swirl around on the inside of my head
I'm slow, I told you,
I can't move too quick - I might just create a hurricane
And white rain is slowly falling, blinding your windshield
and talkative strangers who might see me sip smoke from your lips
I was almost tempted to kiss you
But almost isn't close enough
Better get me home before I do
And before the scent of you melts into my jacket
Before my mother smells the fire on my tongue

.

Drizzle coated the billboard
sitting on that desolate stretch of highway
waiting for someone to read
or at least hide behind, parked car, back seat
steamed windows, sighs just above a holler,
a collar unbuttoned,
casual abundance with the radio on
seeking a Clapton tune
as nimble fingers
show the difference between a slow hand
and a destined position,
where rain doesn’t matter
because it I just as wet inside
though hotter than an August day,
perspiring in the friction
as love hits the four way flashers
blinkers accelerate, left, right, faster,
names are called, tears are cried
and the road home now beckons . . .