silence between songs

It’s nine at night in the middle of summer

and we’re driving with the windows down.

you’re screaming along to that boy band shit you like to tell me you hate

and moonlight spills across the dashboard and stains your ripped jeans,

glowing for a moment before ebbing to darkness.

Our hands move at the same time,

finding one another naturally,

my fingers dancing over the lines on your palm

as if they are searching for the answers to the universe,

stilling only when they realize your skin beneath them is the only answer I need.

Your eyes never stray from the road before us

but in the silence between songs

I watch a soft smile dance across your lips.