Reunion II

I love watching you drive. Funny, isn’t it?
It’s one of my favourite memories of our time
Still get a sweet frisson when I remember those moments

It started a thousand years ago, we were kids
When we were dating and you had to come pick me up
We drove a lot then, to the farm, our families, our friends

Summer driving, sun streaming through the window
Made the hair on your forearms gleam golden
Your right arm draped nonchalantly over the steering wheel

I would prop my bare feet up on the dashboard
Sometimes, you’d drop your hand to my thigh
To emphasize a point, or prompt me to sing along with you

I’d catch myself watching your profile, pulse quickening
Staring at your arms, their power when you’d make a turn
That easy confidence was a promise and a temptation

The feeling was the same, when you picked me up
Last summer, sun streaming through the window
Made the hair on your forearms gleam golden

An impromptu moment in the present
Loving that I could see the indelible print of the boy
On the man driving beside me

Watching the flex of muscle, under your sun-brown skin
As you shifted gears and dropped your hand to my thigh
Glancing sideways to say “isn’t this just like old times”?

Hearing the steady tick of the cooling engine in tune with the cicadas
Loving the crinkles round your eyes when you turned to look at me.
Gathered me into your arms, the sweetest destination

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