"Snapshot: Grayscale" © Renn Ireigh/3bays Designs 2008.

Snapshot: Grayscale

Fade in to girl and boy, through streaky glass.

It's quiet, save the wipers' bump and whine

and the periodic car that rushes past,

the silence seeming almost by design.

But her eyes flicker once, twice off the road

and his are fastened firmly straight ahead.

She sighs because this does not well bode

for the time they are to spend tonight in bed.

She wishes she could muster up the nerve

to reach a hand across to meet his own.

They've been so close; there shouldn't be reserve.

The quiet, left to moulder, grows and grows.

Her hand stays on the steering wheel, although

they'd loved and lusted three sonnets ago.