He pulled me in
Smelling of my '99 Rav 4,
Paint chipped and
Peeling at the edges.
He was of
Air freshener.
Of staleness,
Like an old
Blanket.
He took me in his arms,
Sun warm from the passenger seat.
Never driving,
Sessile by the window.
"Passenger princess,"
I called him,
Safe in his
Embrace.
He spoke of words,
Whispers to soften the daylight.
Arms tightening,
Broken and unfettered.
Jokes in my ear,
He traced
Sweetly.
He tucked his neck to my face,
He tasted of sweat and boyish man
On my lips.
Standing together,
His breath
Gentle.
He brushed my hair back
Grasping at the short strands.
Hair longer than mine
He draped in my face,
Soft.
He shook and shivered,
Pushing and pulling
Between my arms,
Hoping.
He cried
Great big sobs,
Laughing.
He grasped me tight,
Relieved.
Helet me go.
