Eyes flash and scan one another
grow dark and inward together
action mounts and the interaction
you get, the wiper rhythm?
car smell, tinted glass, chrome?
oh of its OM, or the potential to
Back out, either side?
The lady is so Christian, and blue as a dance
She thinks I am all hands.
Why a precious press forward, it's not a limo
The occasion primo, afterthought condenses
steam, the aims of the aimless, less amiable
preamble of love is to flash and scan
is to go inward to a private dark
the landscape is more than just the
watches trained on a nervous vigil
insidious giggle reinvents intrigue and
languor that follows, after the all between
ninth chords play from the dash
Heightened wire finds the unwritten alignments
every simultaneous planet shining.
of first love grows darker within us
Mary moment in the car beep of being.