Four AM; and I am looking
at the road under tyres humming
on night-black tar. I believe in
the starless sky, made murky
by city lights and reflected in
your eyes. Black, but not empty –
like the sky they are filled
with distance and soft twinkling
pinprick lights. You look at me,
with the hint of a smile playing
over voluptuous lips, unseeing.
Distance grows meaningless
as the long murmuring growl
of the engine devours the new
and spits out the bitter past
left behind, I’m coming to you. |