It was a dark, clear and quiet night.
We were still new to each other, maybe that’s what prompted my willingness to get into your car. I suppose I didn’t want our night to end. You didn’t either, which is why you whisked me away. Unsure of how to spend our extended time together, we picked up a friend of mine.
There were no cars on the road.
I didn’t look your way.
You never decreased your speed and you had no intention of doing so.
I look to you
Now to my friend
And back to you and I say, ‘it was red.’
You look at me with a gleam in your eye and a mischievous smile on your lips and say, ‘you didn’t know? Red lights are suggestions.’
Now looking back, suggestive, is what our relationship was.