It's one A.M.
A glow in the east, her familiar silhouette
Illuminates the slate horizon
Wearing gilded satins, like morning's first light
Clothing her girth.

Tangerine and topaz,
This peculiar moon belongs to us,
The lonely intersection,
The low, humming song of the engine
And the cool, nectar sweet air.

I smile and kiss the back of your neck
As you shift into gear and we fly
Down the deserted highway,
Lovers lost in the night,
Chasing the moon.