Sunroof Season

Hi. Yeah, yeah. Hi. Saturday,

3 PM. Sun doing tricks on your skin. You laughing at something dumb I

said. Damn, do it again. Top down, playlist on random

but every song feels chosen. Your hand on my thigh like the world

just hit the pause button, frozen. No destination, just the way

you look at me. City blocks turn to watercolor when you're next to

me. Wind in your hair, my heart doing donuts in my

chest. You the only speed limit I never wanna test. And I ain't