drag (queen) racing

we wrestled
over the steering wheel;
fingers interplayed in mosaics
while bluebonnets sped by

and your eyes stared into me
as effusive fuel raced furiously
towards exhaust(ion)
piping up shyly like an afterthought

---

the strings snapped

and your guitar
looked like the loose ends
you never tied up

cliche

love songs terrify me
with their promises of permanence
that are so early
before eternity
dawns on me like sunshine

but I could find forever in your eyes
if you'd just give me enough time

apocryphal

we danced--
through street gutters;

flowed through drains
that outlined
the infrastructure of your city,

but I long for the romance
of your countryside,

where we could flit across fields of liquid wheat
in the bottoms of your valleys

and my tongue would search for release
in rivers that dance around rocks like a language

said comments on slumdog millionaire

I adore the implausibility
of third world love stories.
Does that make me imperialist?

You colonized my imagination with depictions
of slumdog goddesses waiting in train stations;
Sent fairy tale missionaries
to save my soul from bitterness

And I waded through
damp fields of salvation
and led your little brown brothers towards
bleached-white enlightenment

steven

I find it difficult to not cliche my happiness
because when I turned to face the dawn this morning,
I found that your face was a new day

Your rays peeped shyly through my blinds
and kissed my eyelids gently as if you were worried
that if you breathed too hard, I might awaken and dissipate

So I consoled you by skipping towards your horizon
while songbirds burst forth from my throat to serenade you

impreza

Spark--
Ignition
Key turns

Adrenaline burns rubber
careening through our veins;
Weaves in and out of traffic like snakes
searching for the end of the grassy knolls
we built molehills on top of

And you skidded to a stop
when your crashed through finish lines like hormones