Road Trip
What if
We just pretend
For a day
There is no time
No to-do list
Hit the road
Windows down
Radio all the way up
Wind in full force
Through our hair
Feel the pulse
90’s rock blaring
Sending a tingling
from my spine
to the tips of my fingers
One hand hanging
Out the window
Slide the other
Into yours
Fitting perfectly
Get lost in the sauce
Our horizon
Another town
A few states ahead somewhere
Is an iced down
Superior champagne
Waiting for us
At dusk
Everything
I wish for
And more
Two clanks
Cheers
To us
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