poetry

Late Night Car Ride

Wind whips through the car window,

rushing through the fingers of hands

that reach past the leather interior

and into the shadows. Flashing past

the scarce streetlight,

our heartbeats speed up to match

the rotation of the wheels,

the pulse of the speakers,

the roar of the engine

as the air pulls our breath away

and leaves the legato notes and laughter

on the pavement behind us

as we continue on,

rushing forward into the night

under the light of the stars.

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