was driving me
the way to home
back through the writing
of a poem –
along the road –
as verse – a tangled mess was made
he kissed me first
beneath the grey –
of where we’d spent the night before
above the loft to read each line
told the dark
our wishes
(and every one came true)

as secrets passed
my hopes I buried
in stripes (that were his blue)
the scent of sunlight
tangerine and cedar –
loved his fingers in my hair
and wondered then
what it would feel like
with him gone
would surely make him famous
in my dreams

he told me once
he was a cowboy (somewhere else) –
wore a gun inside his vest
dared me turn away
confess my only crime –
of a time I might have stayed
moonlight shining –
discretion to the night
moved my eyes
along his spine –
into the place of clove
and clover (blossomed sweet) –
musk and music
madness of my own –

evermore to witness
safe beneath my skin –
leaves and branches (destiny)
as moments
passed between
became another life –
reinvented him
to me