Sending "I owe you"s
and "I love you"s
from the bed liner of my truck.
Looking up at stars and down
at my knees tented
believing there is all of you
inside me. Lip sweating
cooled by the evening breeze
I know the sky
is looking down and blushing.
Power nap.
At the after party.
believing there is all bass to hear
and all your base belongs to me.
Ash over the lip of the truck bed.
Think maybe someone is watching.
Know we are safe
and ash again.
A plume of smoke
rises toward the tree limbs above our faces.
Breathe easy for once.
You are in good company.
