Parking Lot

I'm not familiar with you,
already you've fought to
touch me, your hold as
concrete as my fate tonight.

The drive-in movie is just
beginning and the simply-
dressed actors embrace. Then
heads are set gently against
chests and heartbeats are
heard.

The colors and light of the
screen fade and all but
disappear like insects
that scurry as he makes
each window crack and
splinter in my eyes.

"You will not resist me!"
He spits into my face,
the tears that roll down
my bruised neck are
hot and I'm glad for
their escape.

At least something will.

Her perfect little hand
lies in a puddle left by the
rain, her limp body unrecognizable,
even to the God she prayed to.

Her eyes never left him, even as
he drove away.