Lunar Eclipse

It’s midnight and I'm high on
adrenaline and chardonnay.
We watch night’s crawling shadow
above Half Moon Bay,
feel any sense of responsibility
being quickly erased.

You steer one-armed, tires clunking
against highway reflectors,
fingers inside each other’s clothes,
both of us igniting at sixty miles an hour
like teenage lunatics.

Tonight I want nothing more
than to slide beneath your hands
in this clockless universe,
smell your love upon my skin
while the ghostly hills pass.