Road trip

No words
can express this moment
tanned, dry skin
lips smacking, licking your fingers
of the oozing lemon cream from your glazed donut,
desert surrounding,
dry underbrush, rolling tired mountains,
laughter passed back and forth, back and forth
like a tennis ball.
There are no words
for the Absoluteness, the Finite moment,
the whisper of this memory
against the curve of my neck.