Beside the Car - A Poem

Quick—

Hide!

They caught us

kissing beside the car.

Your lips taste like heaven,

like pink champagne and strawberry cake—

sweet and fizzy and dangerous.

Your face red with infatuation,

Wearing sweatpants and snug boots in this freezing wind.

My back is pressed against the metal,

heart knocking so loud.

Stop smiling,

you’re making it worse.

But we have to stop,

escape this awkward spotlight.

You slip behind the passenger side,

and I duck toward the driver’s door.

I dart to it,

nearly tripping over the curb,

trying to look casual

like I’ve never kissed anyone.

HONK! HONK! 

Hey, who’s she?

Who?

That.

Oh, just a friend.

You sure?

Yeah, a friendly friend.

Uh-huh.

What brings you?

Going home, obviously.

Okay, bye. 

They roll away.

Silence. 

We stay frozen.

One.

And two.
Then your head pops over the side,

hair falling into your eyes,

Grinning.

Coast clear, sweety.

You can stop hiding

and get back over here.

I want every part of my skin to touch every part of your skin.

Please, honey, throw your sleeved arms around my neck. 

I wasn’t done kissing you!

If another car comes,

Let them look.

(This is a work of fiction, obviously)