Remember the way we sat in cars,

groping under street lamps,

hot, breathy lust,

dripping window condensation

shielding us from view,

eyes and tongues

darting,

shouting pulses

quickening,

crazed electricity

shooting from fingertips

left lingering

on lips

that close

on feelings

carved into air,

breathed into silence,

our sighs

piercing the night,

deafening hearts

caressed by songs

speaking through us,

words — no match —

for bodies ignited.