as if your breath could contain the world

to bridge me to pieces of myself lost to you in the folds of the leather

in your back seat

staring at the world meant to join us

in between all those moments we promised

we would save for ourselves

before we were all we had

in stolen seconds between rain drops

in the back seat of your car

meant to take us places

instead of separating here from there

until we are in the back seat of your car

stuck to leather

together

until someone finds out.

(c) r. l. elke