By Cosette
Date: 12 June 1999

Backseat

Just a few more minutes 
before I go out of this taxi
that lights and buildings taking me back home 
are becoming familiar and painful to look at 
and we prefer sharing stolen kisses behind the driver’s back 
who cares if he notices because he doesn’t know that 
we’ll meet again in July (not so soon)
and just this midnight before dawn breaks 
you traveled 6 hours to meet me 6 am at the bus terminal 
to eat a hurried breakfast at Wendy’s and 
to escape to another secret Eden 
but we were blinded fast enough 
by the cold fog covering nature’s spectrum 
we decided to leave early to watch movies instead 
(maybe to become one with the darkness)
for there is nothing to see 
but your palms and arms are too sweaty 
your touches are too tight as if to crush my innocence
that my senses were becoming illogical 
for me to seriously think about the old man offering us a cottage 
for a few bucks 
for a few hours
to rest (maybe to burn) 
and what if I weren’t modest to say yes 
would you say yes too 
and if you did 
will we not have 
to kiss hard and hot to almost lie and ignite here at the cab? 


for sinneD