And I’m waiting for the curtain to rise,
On night’s performance.
Wildflowers between the raindrops
That moment, when you catch a glance in their review mirror. Then a longer look. And you both set off from the lights with that smile. You know the one. Him a little faster to see if you want to keep up. Can keep up. A flirty drive. Passing and being passed. Feeling the bite as you accelerate up through the gears. Sitting on such power and guiding it with your hands. Windows open, hair tugging and being whipped but you don’t care. And you won’t care when you stop and it’s a tangled mess.
The trees are restless for the dawn today.
They tremble and pace,
Calling to the sky,
Trying to be heard over the rain.
After the rain, let the sun dry your skin.