None shall pass

(a lockdown dream)

I never imagined this scene,
not in this place,
not under these conditions.
Yet, I always envisioned it with him,
and only him.
Our trip from the lively city to his serene hometown felt quite amusing at first.
He filled the space with witty jokes,
a playful imitation of morning show hosts' chatter,
effortlessly eclipsing them all.
But soon, silence wrapped around us,
his eyes fixed on the road ahead,
fingers clutching the wheel,
knuckles white with strain.
His sidelong glances lingered on my bare knees,
a shiver coursing through him as he swallowed hard.
Just over two hundred kilometers,
yet the heat of our longing was nearly unbearable.
 
The busy highway faded into a desolate stretch,
and after a brief pause,
he turned onto a hidden path,
deep into the fields.
The engine hushed,
leaving only the radio's murmur and the frantic beat of my heart.
Oh, how I yearned for him...
He turned to me, voice soft,
“I can’t keep driving like this.
With you next to me...
I want to embrace this moment,
right here in the back seat.
Oh yes...”
The door swung open,
his hand reaching out.
 
The summer air was thick,
buzzing with warmth,
the scent of wild herbs intoxicating.
He shrugged off his light jacket,
pressing me into the worn leather of his old Renault,
promising to reveal the stars,
even in daylight.
My heart raced as his lips brushed the hollow above my collarbone,
hands slipping beneath my dress's fabric.
The journey had exhausted us,
but he had a cure for our tension.
“Just relax and trust me,” he murmured, seizing control of the moment.
The radio softly played Aesop Rock's 'None Shall Pass',
an unexpected backdrop for our spontaneous lovemaking,
caught between cities,
a soundtrack forever changed.
Vintage pop club samples danced around us,
he lifted me,
casting me into bliss's embrace,
breaths uneven,
his fingers tracing the softness of my thigh.
He whispered my name,
completely lost in me,
his rhythm a beautiful chaos.
Who would have thought ecstasy could bloom in a cramped car,
old-school hip-hop being a background soundtrack to our bodies,
intertwined in such a desperate desire?
Stars burst in our eyes,
brighter than ever,
as we melted into one another,
time slipping away.

"Forget the journey," he chuckled,
sliding back into the driver's seat,
stealing another smeared kiss.
I shrugged, a playful smirk,
"So, two hundred kilometers were merely a ruse to explore me in this curious way?"
His cheeks flushed,
laughter breaking the tension,
a sweet awkwardness lingering in the air.

[2021]