The vibration of your humming
Floats through the thick air being pumped
From the vents on the dashboard.
Outside, gray clouds have given way to
A sky that cries bulbous droplets of water.
I watch two of them race down the window,
Placing a silent bet on the winner.
My left hand slowly inches
The stereo volume up to 36
Despite your protests,
While my right hand is placed
Safely in yours.
Although it is mid January,
This is the warmest I have felt in my entire life.
Not because of my puffy green vest,
Or the coffee nestled snugly in my cup holder,
But because of the distracting sensation
Of you running your thumb across the
Piece of skin between my knuckle and my wrist.
I could live in this moment,
In this feeling of loving you,
Forever
If God, or the universe,
Or whoever is in control,
Would let me.