And Other Songs
Five Minutes on the 5
The road empty on an April morning, an endless stretch of possibility.
The dry earth beneath your feet, my fingers through your hair,
A journey void of destination, fueled by passion.
Your car rests in the dust while I reacquaint myself with your figure.
Gently searching for anything I’ve missed.
Laughter rings out across the drought plagued land as I fight the buttons of your jeans.
Playfully unwilling you warn that we’ll be seen.
I taste your excitement then pause.
With destination unknown I say:
“It’s only five on the 5, you never last long.”