A Thousand Miles An Hour, Unmoving

It was pouring down rain in sheets and blankets, so we ran like crazy to the car. Drops of rain formed rivulets that ran down the saturated concrete. Once in the warm and dry, we laughed uncontrollably. The rain was a screen, dividing the static world from us, as though it needed to be protected from our power. You said you didn’t remember being that wet before, but I proved you wrong instantly with kisses and caresses. We had no cares, no worries, no qualms about who was in the driver’s seat, as we whirled around the earth at thousands of miles an hour while feeling only the earthquake inside our bodies.

The shivering passion felt like icicles that pierced the skin and then melted away leaving no trace. A crosswind brought the droplets perpendicular to our perpetual motion, unsated and unabated. We each took turns dying just a little, before coming back to life again.

The syncopation of the droplets on the skin of the car provided a glorious counterpoint to our rhythm, our melody and our harmony. Drops of sweat formed rivulets that ran down our saturated skin. Once in the afterglow, we laughed uncontrollably. The vapor-locked misty windows were screens, dividing us from the chaotic world, as though we needed to be protected from its madness. You said you didn’t remember being that happy before, but I proved you wrong instantly with kisses and caresses.

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