road-trips.
we made love in a car in durkee with the stars shining all around us, open doors because of our sticky skin and foggy windows. unaware of the train tracks, until the train was racing past us, whistling to our heavy breathing. i could barely catch it, let alone my racing thoughts, but the wind calmed my pulse, and your lips closed my eyes.
you are a taste of what this life is made of.
1 year ago