Rock 'n' Ralph's

A small, silver car parked in autumn rain,

outside a little, lit parlor, windows

fogged from the cuddling of two warm breaths

swelling together to contrast his mouth,

cold and sweet, tasting of cookies and cream.

Silence bounces against pitter patter

of the rain ‘round our vehicular roof,

so the stereo system chugs along,

echoing guitar riffs to fill the void

between the drivers and passengers seats.