Against Time

We drive against time
with the radio on,
my hand on your thigh
in the afternoon sun.
We lose ourselves
in hidden bookshops;
sip coffee in crowded cafes,
until the moon becomes
the light
by which we dine,
with our whiskey and
wine, as we laugh
until our eyes meet.
Smiling when glance
turns to gaze.
And at some late and
unknown hour,
we remake the pact we
forged so many
years ago.
I lie awake,
thinking of a feeling
I know as
peace.