By Manet> goddess77@mail.utexas.edu
Date: 21 October 1999

motorcycle boy

my motorcycle boy
directed me toward his
1989 mitsubishi mirage
my four inch heels sank
into the mud so i threw 
them out into the night
why the fuck do women
wear these anyway
my motorcycle boy 
leaned across and 
fastened my seatbelt
midnight rain on the 
milky flow of his skin
if i could stop spinning
i swear i would be wild 
with a different face for 
every moon just like him
he lit a marlboro and i 
watched the sparks bounce
like baby lightning and 
i knew that i was not the fire 
but i felt like i was in it
i wanted to run my fingers 
through his danger
my motorcycle boy 
fiddled with the radio dial 
his fingers were smooth
the edges of the sun played 
in the corners of his eyes
i touched his lips 
a universe unscaled
our bodies joined the loud
sparks of the sky as
we dove together into a 
wellspring of bottomless desire
the chords of his mysteries 
were absolute and wild and brief 
but for a moment 
i understood them
we were galaxies that night
travelling too fast for 
me to recall
my twin my lover
plunged with me into 
a wild ocean of circulating awe
when there is no mirror
the darkness becomes loved
but the night
slipped out the back and
soon his fingers were
exiting the page
morning came with hesitance
memories became stains
for morning to come
is to accept what has really passed
i loved him less than i should have