The highway dance

The seemingly choreographed waltz upon the cement highway
underneath the burning summer sky
back and forth
to and fro
fast and slo
we dance along and learn our place
without a single melody
tarnishing our space
The gleaming of the sun
reflecting off the chrome bumpers
will leave you blinded
for a moment of bliss
lost in the chaos
free falling in the dust
trusting your instincts to lead your heart
set you back upon the path
with barely a breath
whispered at your neck
gliding in to continue the dance