I want to be a passenger
in your car again.
I want you to take me
somewhere we’ve been before
that feels brand new in the snow,
like the quiet half-minute after you
wake up in damp skin and it doesn’t matter
what you’ve been. I want to sit across the table from you
and I want it to be like a kiss. I don’t want it
to be like we’re dead anymore. I want it to be like
there is exactly one beautiful thing left on Planet Earth
and we’re the only two who know how to find it.
