I’ve been driving passed the speed limit for ten years.

Still, the tiny dot of that kiss

is a spot in my rear view,

nearly vanishing in the distance,

yet still breathing there too,

looming like a phantom,

with a life of it’s own.

It may outlive us both.

Perhaps it’s been there all along.

Long before we arrived

waiting for us to step inside

lingering there patiently

to take us both alive.

-ZG

9/26/14