There was a pause,
as ticking blinkers permeated the air
and our conversation dissipated.
We’d been running on fumes for miles, for days.

Rounding that starling corner,
the straight road flowed onward,
but twists were dead ahead,
waiting to shift our path slowly.

We knew there was no fuel
where we dared to travel.
The only energy, between us
and how we reconfigure the sky.

Yet sometime into our silence
that violent earthly spinning
gave way to tender caressing waves.
Your key in my hand, the rust of its metal:
fingertips on my chest, my foot on the pedal.

With great grace we gave chase
to that outstretched decadence,
stuck in our headlights.
A mystifying limousine
acting as an unintended catalyst
for living out that reckless dream.
So the drive continues on
and we laughed ourselves one dare closer
towards the love we’ve always shared.

Our dance never caught that golden
standard that carried the wealthy,
but the journey itself proved
to be our own prosperous excursion.

Mile after mile, with the utmost abandon,
and streetlights paced to heartbeats
our chariot slowed, our eyes glowed.
Smile, darling.