Meatloaf Zinfandel
I am in a car seat
with the clogged LA evening air
around me.
And it doesn't bother me.
Your pink smile cruises
On our way to tabla music,
takes us past colorful, electrical lights.
takes us past each other.
Meatloaf zinfandel, mixes
with blue-black body sores
that you create with your
beautiful knuckles.
Heart sores that I plant
with my beautiful key strokes.
Tear ducts blossom
in open crevices of a
closed time circuit.
Open air lemon-drop martinis,
In spider places.
Midnight eating binges.
Back and forth on the 110.
Groggy traffic mornings,
Evenings filled with anticipation.
of YOU!