Sleeping through the most severe incapacitation
That alcohol and atmosphere can bring.
Moon reflecting off nothingness, no horizon line to part land and sea.
Highway lights become mere twinkles of memory, safe with me.
My passenger speaks to me, still inbetween the night and the daydream
Keeping close, the fears stay themselves when I'm near.

Sharing space when I'm lonely,
Given to crash cars impaired.
The only one who pleads my case against insanity.

She opens up after the overpass . . .
Darkened strip malls morph into folliage.
Three lanes wide with emptiness,
I let her drive . . .

Fully awakened ambition close as I dare to the throttle.
This pilot ready for takeoff underneath orange iridescence . . .
Sheets will crumple victorious.

Reasons for love don't come as quickly,
Running constantly on the fumes of past romances.
Sparking the living symptoms of affection until I combust.

I turn up the A/C and she laughs softly, calls me a nerd.
I take no offense, it's the combination of quirks
That automate our actions.
She let's me know her command, we entwine our hands . . .
Explaining between pauses for breath,
How much we long to watch the passing of solitude . . .
Buried in our arms.