the yellow notebook #1 (2009)

i loved those days...driving in Friday night rush hour.
excitedly counting down the past twelve hours
falling into the weekly bliss of carefully choosing clothes
sexy pajamas and sundresses
the work day painfully slow, i could hardly stand it.
i had to see you...launching my car off the ramp,
i watched in my rear view as Dover's horizon disappeared.
sunroof open, lyrics and wind dancing with my hair
each drum of my fingertips to the musical beat
mimicked the wheel steering closer to your arms.
i finally arrive on your street and park my car...
standing up, i feel soaked with anxiety and desire.
legs shaky, shirt damp, hair wind blown...
i hoist my pink duffle bag over my shoulder
and i fall breathless into the words...
"how was your trip?"