By mj   <msj6797@unix.tamu.edu
Date: 3 December 1997

headlights

    Mist fell softly to the ground, reflected in the path of the headlights.
The truck rumbled softly, sitting patiently on the pavement, purring slightly
in the drizzle of the humid night, waiting.  Music came from the cab, through
the open driver's side door, out to the heavy air, out to them.
    She leaned against his chest as they moved smoothly across the road--her
hand light on his, her breathing slow and even, controlled.  Circling, they 
slid between the beams of light, and shadows chased them across the hood of 
the truck.  His boots made a soft scratching sound on the asphalt.  Her bare
feet swiftly followed his lead as they drifted--in and out of the light,
the shadow of her skirt floating in the misty beams, making patterns.  In and 
out, around, in and out again--hesitant but sure, they moved, sliding, 
spinning, into each other.  
    She sighed at the feel of it--the soft glove of darkness and his palm 
spread warm across her back.  Her chin came to rest on his collarbone and 
she tucked herself more tightly into him, feeling his steps with her eyes
closed.
    Moving together now through the silky grasp of night, then into the 
brilliance of two truck lights, only to be engulfed by darkness again.  
    Music collected in the mist, swirling around them, swirling around it. 
Drifting through the night, together, slow and even, controlled.