In the Back of Your Old Pickup Truck

A Poem

Photo by Andrey Zvyagintsev on Unsplash

rust red
just like the sky
that day in summer

and the color
of your eyes
was ice cold blue
ready to become a storm
which would take us both down

we drove down
lonely lanes every night
as the sun bled in lines and waves
that reminded me of my racing heart,
beating just for you in scattered moments

fire orange
like how my skin felt
when you trailed your hand down

and the shape
of your lips
against my nape,
teasing in slow kisses
to drive me into a quiet frenzy

we laid back
and watched the stars appear,
one by one in blinking bursts
that felt like the universe’s fireworks
and I smiled wide as if I’d never been happier

soldier green
like the evergreen trees
on that day you told me you were leaving