Jet black *Erase and Rewind.

Jet black - Erase and Rewind.

I bestowed my hand,
gave in and ran, with you, to your burnt red motor.
I didn't look back, stomach churning, picturing the empty man's face. (Heart was beating

ten to the dozen.) We drove,
fast down the country bends, windows down,
inhaling cut grass and blessed caution to no body.

You were in your light pyjamas, I was two days worn from camping
with a prior lover, the book I gave you of my
mind in Europe sat between us like the blocks we seemed to find.

We pulled over, met at the bonnet, you touched me on the bridge, set my skin electric
and the sun went down and we slept the night in the back of the car -
and we were together.

I ran my fingers through your jet black hair
and you told me the best was yet to come.
The moon and the owls and the cast shadows made it closer than close to perfect.

The Sun woke us,
and the Monday morning traffic -
and you were changed, got out of the car; slammed the door and sparked

a cigarette. I matched those movements.
We sat on a field edge in silence.
I put my spare hand out, hoped you'd hold it. The familiar hollow feeling lurked within.

I ran my fingers through my dyed, dried purple hair
and you told me nothing, you gave me nothing.
The sun and the cars and the chill in the air made it closer than close to oblivion.