She wanted to twist the night around her thumb

And push the ribbon deep within her pocket

Allowing the stars to drip through

And stain her leg

Silver

 

She wanted to look back at the beautiful boy

His body stretched across the back seat

Feet draped lazily out the window

And find him already

Staring

 

She wanted the poetry brimming at her fingertips

To smolder the edges of his song

Floating out from the radio

So it’d tell of them

Especially

 

She wanted to watch the wings of his bent arms cradeling his head

Sink slowly and his dark hair fall across his face

As he surrendered to his trust in the girl

curved around the wheel, pressing

Onward

 

She wanted the moon’s iridescence dappling the car’s interior

To suspend time with its phantom prehistoric light

Allowing them to drive through a history

Just discovered and stunningly

Beautiful