Parallel Parking

Ink fingerprints stain the palms of my hands
And your terrified white words whisper along alleyways
Masking my forearmed fear with hope
For starlight encrusted highways of tomorrow

Tingling sensations in my toes point me in your direction
Knowing that I've taken these defiant steps before
And even with car-crash likelihood
I'll take them again

Tainted solemn cries
From one or two or all of us, together
Gasping for breaths or twinges or jolts of happiness
Ringing from the ones we'll somehow justly love, always

Molten black asphalt stains the soles of our feet
As we chase after your soul along derelict suburban roads
Palpably, I hear her grovel for more chances
Hoping, if nothing else, mine are superior in eloquence.