Time has grown a little older since we were young
losing tires in parking lots.
Leaving out the front door to be together in the back seat.
And I remember
Spending the night feeling the sound of a summer storm.
Your car echoeing the sounds of an ancient beat.

And I remember
how it moved me.

But when I danced naked in the rain,
you didn't care too much either way.
You watched me,
but I wondered how you could see me.

And then I realized
You were a storm yourself.
One moment calm and controlled
And the next cold and torrential.
With no expression you stared as my movements slowed.
Under their gaze I was disobedient.
A child who should be in bed.


I almost cared.


I laughed as I spun away.
And this time
I danced for me.
Not for you.
You never had to see me.
I was free.

Finally, hip popped and panting,
I glared over my shoulder to meet your eyes,
Defiance radiating from every muscle.

But the storm had already passed
and you just smiled.
Watching me.
Really watching me.
And that was better than any smell
after any rain I could have ever danced naked for you in.

I just danced in you instead.
And watched you as you watched me.