Moonlit Dances by Veena Chandar

We have moonlit dances on friday nights
with a long drive home.

You and I, alone on the motorway
with the most nostalgic music swinging in the background.

Somehow you look different, maybe it’s the way your
smiles dances about on your face or maybe

the incredulous way the streetlight curves in through
the window and lands among you. It’s breathtaking.

And you’re with me. I can feel the moon glare down
with jealousy when I kiss you lightly on the lips.

I capture photographs of this moment in my mind
for a rainy day when you’re away.