drive

Approximately 112 miles of handsome open spaces—

rivers gently whispering, and clouds soften like

marshmallows over ambers in a campfire.

Driving toward familiarity, bliss, and excitement

for a road ahead filled with spontaneity and mystery.

We run together, holding hands, escaping for a moment—

traveling along paths of deep conversation and pleasure.

Our souls were connected even before we met amongst

music from the South, red wine, and high heels.

If only we could pause time, travel the world together

and take pictures of sunsets and random strangers.

For now, we have a friendship as deep as the Grand Canyon

and warmer than Death Valley in the dead of summer.