when the street lights shadow play
across your face
and you're your own neon sign
and the velvet night feels like a blanket—
how electric
To revel in your solidness
when your grip of the wheel turns your
knuckles white and your palm
lays on my thigh
like that one song I could not stop listening to
two years ago
To revel in your togetherness
when it seems like nothing is changing
although everything is
and your laughter still resonates within the compact space
and the calm in your voice is a deserted beach at midnight
To revel in you
when the air is sweet
the tears, bitter
the wounds, rotting
the healing, slow—
how hauntingly beautiful