Later, bare feet on the dashboard,
I could have dipped my toes
in the cool screen.
Moonlight cast neon anklets –
it smoothed over my pale skin.
Our shared breath condensed,
we followed the road’s adverse camber,
drawing hearts on misted windows.
I was dreaming of a nameless lover,
he tasted of freedom – looked like you:
my knight, late in rusty armour …
I’ve travelled the distance in your eyes.
© Caroline Fox Betts 2010