Open Road

Blazing desert
in the summer of thirteen
Wheels rolling
peering through
a stained windscreen
Sharp blue eyes,
cheekbones high
with sunkissed skin
lips are dry
endless sky
and I’m with him

Morning coffee
at a roadhouse in the dirt
smell of diesel
in the air
and on his shirt

Cloudless days, humid nights
and a breath of summer rain
crossing borders
taking orders
and we’re on the road again

And I wouldn’t have it
any other way
dusty boots, hard hat
and him to share the day
making tracks
tightening straps
till we’re flat out on our backs
making memories
we’ll look back on one day


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