When we drove

When he drives with me in the rain he goes slow. He keeps the emergency lights on. He wants to keep me safe. He lets all the other cars pass us. He reaches over to hold my hand while he steers with the other. He lets me lay on his shoulder as he manoeuvres. I want to bury myself in him like he is sand. There is no way to get close enough. He goes quiet when it pours. He lets the sound surround us like a thick fog. We don’t listen to music. We breathe very quietly.