Gallivant.

For Bre

Sunshine threads in and out of trees

hooking our eyes before the next.

We’re going fast, my arm swims out of the window

breeze under my fingertips

pushes up then down, up and down.

I hold your hand, turn to see

you steering, looking ahead.

Working together 

to keep us floating,

to get us there.

Wings and eyes.

Passenger and driver.

I’ll tell you where to go,

if you decide how.

I close my eyes

so there is only feeling.

Fingers still laced 

tight with yours,

the other flying.

Rivers of goose bumps

rush from my nails 

to my belly button.

I feel infinite,

something in between

the first time I saw you

and California Screamin,

…something like this song. 

Well actually no. Bre is.