Endlessly moving
Unfalteringly engaged;
Cities never sleep
Small, so delicate
Toys in the cold autumn night
—the cars keep moving
So strong, so agile
Presence announced by a roar;
Patience—it has none
Silence on the road
Such beautiful emptiness
—The howl starts anew
Warm summer nights in the backseats of cars—top left corner, under an oak tree—bodies kept close together. Arms wrap around one another, finding safety in a tight embrace that seals us together—our lips meet. Fingers running softly through her hair, gently caressing the fine strands—the kiss continues. Torsos pressed firmly against one another, arms tightening …
Her laughter rang out softly in the cool night air, punctuated only by the sounds of smooth footsteps against the path of concrete that lay beneath them, slowly guiding—guiding impromptu hunters to their quarry: a red car. With a flamboyant gesture, she presented it to him, watching the surprise unfold from his eyes; he did …