Babies for the Winter
You drive my car way too fast — despite my protests. We know — we ain’t right. Placing your hand on my thigh, your lips twitch up into a smirk that reaches your pretty brown eyes — as you watch and feel my senses come alive. My body cannot lie, though I’m still upset over yesterday’s fight — we’ll be getting it on again and again tonight. For now, I want to turn my back to you and the wind — and the blurred snapshots of people doing ordinary things. I let the radio play and draw me in as it sings ‘don’t rush, slow touch’ — and for a few moments everything — slows down just enough for me to see and fill my lungs with the scents of London in the Spring. We could drive like this for hours, from dawn to dusk, not knowing where we are going in such a rush — with nothing but misadventure before the two of us.
['D Abboh']
['Poetry', 'Relationships', 'Short Story', 'Love', 'Lockdown']