Streetlamps that Smile and a Minty Air

Through the straight,
with the unknown.
A solitary drive along speedy paths that intertwine throughout our city like guided railways that lead to you.
A night filled with stars and incandescent satellites.
They hang from our ceiling in a mobile that spins and spins around us.
Off to the place where we first made contact.
A wave and smile transmitted in morse with our eyelids.
You’re too beautiful for this.
You should be kept a secret.