Hand in glove

the first time
we listened to the Smiths
on a beat up
TDK - side A
the rain beat down
on the 1980's
as your hand
slid too far
into my jeans
I remember
the sting of youth
and a breath
that smelt of cheap courage
as the windscreen
became our canvas
my right hand -
ungloved
fumbled for flesh
thankful for shelter
in a borrowed car
you dropped me
at my request
around the corner
as the sun rose
over the tarmac
reflecting
my taller shadow