night, driving through rain

You look out the window, smiling your secret smile.
I want to know why.
Is that smile for me? Am I truly in your thoughts,
as you are in mine?
I want to know I want to know I want to know.
I want truths to drop from your lips like pearls.
Your sweet, sweet lips.
Your funny, wry, intelligent lips.

It isn’t a question of clarity, you say. It is a question of…
Well, that’s something you won’t tell me.
I’m just supposed to know. I need to know.
And I am driven exquisitely mad.
I know that I only know enough to know that I don’t know.

Your confounding, sparkling eyes.
That smile again.

The rain like sharp-cut jewels in sound and sight
as headlights flash, wipers wave, tires go
shh shh shhhhhhhhh