crossing the bay bridge

We lit our cigarettes, mine kissing yours, after the lighter lost it's light.
Our arms out the window, the wind in control.
Left lifeless, mine still danced.

A song was on the radio, I can't remember what.
We were translucent and so in love. I shouted "hey,
i just wanted to say, I'm at peak happiness right now."

The smell of tobacco and salt water,
your hair in my face,
my chest beating like a bird not meant for a cage.

We will still fly south for the winter.