Night Trippers

Seems like only yesterday, we were cruising in my car, long after sunset, the windows down, drum and bass vibrating, sweet music blaring. The road is open and straight, and the engine is roaring. The wind took our hair and it started dancing. I was never happier than driving with you by my side, my hand on your thigh, your hand on mine. You even lit my cigarettes for me. The past was behind us in those moments, we were simply in the now and only this moment mattered. We could be happy if we wanted, really happy. Just me, you, and the road unfolding before us.

When we reached the shore, where ocean met continent, we'd find some secluded place and park. Sometimes we'd lay on my car, other times on the beach itself, just staring at the stars, listening to the ocean's waves crashing down. All the fucked up s**t from our past was ancient history. Sometimes it was alright for us to just lay there, quiet, for hours, hand-in-hand, with nothing needed to be said. I told you all my secrets, about every failure, every wound. You were my medicine, my shrink, my salvation. We'd fall asleep with the waves crashing down, and awake to the sound of the gulls in the air.

We'd make love at sunrise, you knew my every desire, sometimes even before I did. I felt so loved... I felt complete. Sometimes I would tear up, not because I was sad, but because I was so very glad to have found someone who truly cared. It felt so intimate with you, because even fully clothed we were always naked to each other.

Watching the suns slow ascent, we'd play some Wagner, and marvel at our favourite star. Feeling you snuggle up against me, using my chest as your pillow, my arm wrapped around you, my hand stroking your hair, I'd hear that sigh... I'll never forget that sigh.

I would close my eyes, hoping moments like this would never end. But unfortunately they do... and we spend the rest of our lives trying to re-find whatever magic there once was... but whatever magic that was at work, its either there or it isn't... you can't force it. You can't deny it either. So here's to rejoicing in the fact that nights like this even existed. Celebrate every small victory. There aren't many, so cherish them when they come. When times get hard, they can be the only thing that gets you through...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story. I spend a lot of time by the sea and the hunger of the sea cause you to have hunger to celebrate life and possibility. I enjoyed your story. made me wish to be young and free again. No weakness in this amazing story.
Coyote