Sparkatale

Carpe Diem

Burnt rubber on concrete
left donut tracks on my heart
Tires kick up dry desert sand in their wake
a barrier between us and them
No one tells us what we can’t do

Peeper chirps accompany us
a theme song to our late night escape
Barefoot through meadows we dash
dragging long, moonlit shadows behind us
They don’t try to pull us back

The morning rays warm our bodies
damp from dew and sweat
unmowed grass tickle our backs
wildflowers pleasure our nostrils
The taste of your lips is even sweeter

Double lines stretch on endless 
parallel to your ’69 Mustang
Not even when the pavements ends
will we turn around; you said
We’re never looking back

Like burnt rubber on concrete
you left donut tracks on my heart.