Condensation

      Condensation on windows

The blur of evergreen trees

First class backseats

Bright eyes gazed into mine

The darkest of teal

The car drifts

into the cryptic labyrinth

They smiled and laughed -

Wrapping ribbons around their foreheads

The darkest of rouge

I stared at my pale fingers

As she counted the headlights on the road

and wrote her initials on the window

We drove around in circles

The shape we made was obscure

through the condensation on the windows

She held my hand -

the lightest of touch

Clear your mind, she whispered

As she kissed my nose

I blushed

the lightest of peach