Say, all I need is the hush between heartbeats,
a midnight lane where neon drips like rain.
Your voice—ghost-blue—threads the static in my veins,
spelling tomorrow on the glass with every breath we trade.
Hold the night lightly; let it fray, let it burn,
we’re smoke in rear-view mirrors, never meant to return.
If dawn forgets us, leave the engine singing,
say, all I need is this pulse of wheels and you still clinging.