Midnight Drives

You held my hand
on the way home
After endless
hours of love making
“Could you
turn off the radio”
Was all you could
muster

You held my hand
on the way home
I felt you shiver
as I turned on the heat
The smooth leather
memorizing the shape
Of my legs; As I leaned
against the seat

You held my hand
on the way home
In a careless
sort of way
And I cringed
when I realized
It wasn’t me
you were making
love to