What happened to the timeWhen words poured out of meLike liquid nitrogen,Cracking open my ribsPeeling away the petals of my heartTo unearth a diamondAt its core--ReleasingAn explosion of galaxiesAnd made-up stars,Fictional constellationsAnd playtime fire that burned brighter than a midday sun--Brighter than its rays reflected On our 1997 Chevy windshields While sweat dripped down our backs,And the daytime moonSeemed like it would taste Like a cold glass of waterWith a lemony tang,Coursing through our veinsLike summer streamsAmong boiling blood;Stirring up the heat,Stirring up the passionOf an infinity of tiny wordsLike bee stings Bubbling to the surface.