we sit,

letting latte sugar
harden,
in coffee-less
cups,

chit chatting,

feeling “alchemistry.”
we darken dusk,

& **** light
out of glowing “OPEN”
signs,  

then blow galaxies
out the sunroof

as we listen to Lauryn
Hill. her lyrics
levitate.  

a tasseled red heart,
dangles

from the rear view
angled, just right.

i, at her glance,

stare
hapless, like the moth
chasing moon

light, beyond glass…