Parking Lot All Nighter

I want to run
around in dizzy circles,
stumbling over curbs, and
toe-finding the smooth space
where the lawn shyly meets the pavement.

I want to stand
in the middle of the nothing,
with my arms out jesus posed
and scream at the warm sky,
and grin as a flower opened at midnight.

I want to lie
where cars drive by,
peeking under Orion's Belt,
letting you peek under mine,
braiding my fingers into your delicate vines.

I want to breathe
the quietness of your exhales,
the staleness of summers past,
another sleepless night,
restless and hungry and wondering, What's Next.