I’m feeling warmth,

I’m feeling drawn to the sun.

I’m on a long drive where the road stretches for miles in either direction,

Broken by cracks and bumps,

Sometimes with the pavement sticking up so high and so sharply

It’s nearly sent our car flying into the lake

We were passing by.

Sometimes my legs grow sore, tired, restless,

Cramped.

Sometimes the air conditioning smells stale to me.

Sometimes the roadkill makes me want to open the window,

Let my stomach heave and throw its contents to the wind.

But it’s different today,

Some days are different like today

Where my window is open but it’s because

I’m letting the wind twirl through my fingers like his hair

And I like the way his hand is on my leg, with my left hand stacked on top.

It’s green around us with speckles of yellow

Because the sun is dancing and poking through in dots,

Reminding us that even behind the swinging trees

It wants to join us while we sing.

The little bumps in the road I don’t mind—they match our groove.

I love the sound of his voice

And I love the sound of mine

And with the way the engine purrs,

It seems to agree.