cocktail ride

poetry — dedicated to my best friend

memories of evening drives into sunsets, giggles over rum-soaked drinks at the colorful tiki bar, and songs that ignite our tongues

Photo by Jules PT on Unsplash

the sunset was a ribbon of orange peels and leaky bruised peaches
I wanted to smear it with my finger and rub the juices on my mouth
it would have tasted as rich and heady as a sugar-rimmed cocktail
while the bass pummeled through the car as we…