late night drives & ex-lovers

You revved the engine and burned out into the night.

The glow of the interior lights infused the car with shadows;
I found myself trapped inside that mustang, relearning the angles of your face
and the way your eyes remind me of everything
I used to know so well.

There was an awareness I couldn’t shake
and all I could feel (oh yes I could feel)
all I could feel was that feel that
feel was that familiar ache.

I crossed my ankles and focused on my cowboy boots,
rather than the way you glanced at me
with those depthless, delicious eyes.

It was barely understood by the imperceptible
tilt of my chin, the slight pout of my lips,
but I wanted you to kiss me
more than I wanted my next breath;

And I knew that within minutes your fingers would be
tangled in my hair, crushing the delicate flower
I had placed there, and your arms would be pinning me
against the window.

Your reckless whispers
burning my ear and
fogging up the glass.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

This is going in my favorites! In its way, this poem brings to mind the quiet girl in class, who everyone knows doesn't have much to say, until she gets in front of the class one day and people are floored by the depth and meaning of her words. I love those last three lines...

[Ed Hart]

if the ache is familiar, you are in the wrong place...

[Ashton]

Very enjoyable read, very relatable. Great flow. Wonderful imagery.

[Angel's Lady]

Hot tamale! Steaming up the glass, dear one! Great write...wistful passionate yearning. YUM!