... poems ..., ... poetry ...

Reflections of That Night in the Field.

your face shines by the

dim green of the dashboard lights

you recline and anticipate

a touch

an invitation

a hesitation

before release.

your breath is soft

in that green haze

the fumbling and


quiet whispers.

your eyes, reflect green

stars and your lips

an iridescent cloud

of want. i will use

that glow, to read

the map of your

body. peaks,


and everything

in between.

and in the

end, we will

light small

orange stars of

our own. planets

in the backseat

with no orbit

and no




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