It must be the wind blowing
against us as we successfully
escaped
Because I doubt we had the
same intent
But there was expressed joy
That eyes cannot fake
Or that thrill away from what’s closing in
Our youth in high volume
And you seated, cramped,
beside me
The tricycle ride was deafening
With laughter drowning out
the roar
The small motor makes
trying its best to deliver
us uptown
By the railroad crossing
Both of whom had no real reason
Outside of two hearts coursed for collision
Breaking imminently,
secretly,
In smiles
I swear the ride lasted longer than it should
I’m still tripping on it
Now, still heavily fooled
By sparks doused before it could even lit up
My face, my voice, my whole being in flames
Before I even knew what I meant
Well before I learned what courage
Felt like
That tricycle ride
Against the noise
Away from jealous eyes
For that little piece
For that evening’s tryst
danDAman 