citric silence (a pantoum)

With our differences and a jug of orangeade between us
We could feel the world spin.
The engine hummed a Hindu mantra
And we just drank it in.

We could feel the world spin
Perched in the middle of a parking lot
And we just drank it in,
In the citric silence of nighttime

Perched in the middle of a parking lot,
You murmured something meaningful
In the citric silence of nighttime,
But only the moon could hear.

You murmured something meaningful
And the engine and I purred back.
But only the moon could hear
That the silence was most honest.