we drove and

we drove and

the air passing over us
carried with it the scent of sun
struck skin and me     flushed
i      preferred the smell of faint flowers
shampoo that lingered in
your hair 2 days after being dried
by the wind from a car window
and           my nasal breath
so close after a night
on a cheap motel pillow we drove
some more to prolong the breaths
we lost in      conversation
          each other and the smell
     of soap that faded as our
     scents grew on each other
after each nights’ rest
               pressed together
in a car          the back seat
sleeping    the bed
of your back
and the smell of slowly     becoming familiar