Reunion

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 night, 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, winding back time Gathered in your arms, the years fell away, desire flames, reunites Sweet, tight slip of you and promises kept, scratched into your back

~ kei

Reunion