We lay down in the trunk so other cars’ headlights don’t catch us,
acting a little rebellious, despite the party being only a couple of minutes away.
While our seated friends were enraptured in conversation,
we were in our own iridescent bubble.
As the car drove down the bumpy road,
we embraced each other, so neither of us would collide our head on the wheel well.
I remember looking out the rear window,
and seeing the stars scattered across the somber sky.
Immersing myself in their quiet spectacle, I wondered:
Did a goddess lose her pearls? Were jellyfish traveling across the murky ocean?
Then you laughed, my entrancement focused on you,
and the same luminous light was in your eyes.