Musing

For my Muse, of course.

Driven

Sidelong glances from the shotgun seat--
my lady: pretty, passionate, sweet.
You hold my free hand while I drive,
nip me with your teeth and laugh.
I smile all the while, driving fast.

We don't quite know where we're going
I wouldn't say that we're lost, though;
we both know exactly where we are:
driving south in the northbound lane
if they saw, they'd say we were insane.

But, laughing, my lady holding tight
I can't pretend that it's not right.
The pines shoot by, flanking and fast,
but we're just enjoying each other,
we're snug and safe and warm at last.