The Sky is a Mirror

HE took her on a long ride,out of the city drones,into the obscures. The path was neat.Like a straight,black space clinically cut between the plush green hair of a huge monster. The white lines on it glowed,like they were welcoming his girl into the wilderness.The moon had a strange halo around it. Such a night would have been a broken record without the stars that winked at the mortals every now and then. the staunch black sky was studded with millions of these stars. He pulled over the middle of nowhere,a place that was lit solely by a very voyeuristic moon. He took his shirt off and gave it to his freezing sweetheart,rested his bare back on the hot bonnet and said to his love-"when will you ever love me?"