Camaro

With the windows rolled down

Allowing the whipping air to

Flood in and fill in the space

Where my words of hope and soul

Never escape my lips.

Those black leather seats

Burn and glue themselves to the backs

Of my sweaty thighs.

Awe there's nothing like Arkansas's summer heat.

The music turned up so loud

The speakers shake and it drowns

Out the rapid beating of my heart

My hair flies all over the place,

Too care free to tie it up

I love the way it speeds

And weaves its way through

All the people going the speed limit

That Camaro reminds me of our effortless, happy times.