nice dream
the cars didn't leave the starting line together. they met on the road, going at different speeds, she was a few miles from home, he was just leaving.
she turned onto the main street just before him. soon enough, they were neck-and-neck. 40 mph. every glance, every moment signalling quickening heart beats, quickening desire.

they love me like i was a brother
they protect me
listen to me

this feels right, he thought.
this feels amazing, she thought.

they dug me my very own garden
gave me sunshine
made me happy

they wanted more. they sped up. 45 mph. she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and unfastened her shirt. windows down, quiet music playing loudly. he sunk into his seat and blasted his music so the whole world could hear it, but he only thought of her.

nice dream

still not enough. 60 mph. red lights streaking above them. it's too fast, too dark, now, to get a good look at each other. nothing but a memory emblazoned into the underside of their eyelids. it's a nice memory. perfect, unscathed by reality. they like it. she closes her eyes first so she can see it. he follows.

nice dream

70 mph. life around them has ceased. the world and the streets are empty from behind their dreaming eyelids. they can read each other's thoughts. hear each other's voices. see each other naked. touch each other's hair. she runs her hand down his spine while he covers her eyes with his soft, shaking hand.

nice dream
nice dream

seatbelts off. 85 mph. louder. faster. she raises her arms and arches her back, lifting her head upwards and backwards. she laughs loudly. he loves her recklessness. he no longer wants her, he needs her.

i call up my friend the good angel
but she's out with her ansaphone
she says that she would love to come help but
the sea would electrocute us all

the cars are moving, steering, speeding up by themselves. 95 mph. she leans completely back feeling a new, strange pulse that overcomes her entire body, her fingertips, her stomach, her lips, her toes. she is dizzy, she is laughing. he feels her pulse like a voo doo needle. 100 mph.

nice dream

their eyes open slowly to see tall thick trees surrounding them on all sides. the cars blast forward as if they'd whisk through the forests like hippie beads dangling from a doorway... like a runner popping open the finishline tape. 115 mph. she puts her hands on the wheel again and closes her eyes. he smiles.

nice dream

120 mph. a scent breezes through their windows. rainfall steams on the hot asphalt. everything moves slowly around them. she wants to feel his hands in her's. she wants to have felt them all along. 125 mph.

nice dream
nice dream

silence. darkness. warmth. together. pulses, weakening. sweat, chilling. arms, surrounding.

if you think that you're strong enough
if you think you belong enough