By Megs
Date: 29 May 2000
Seventy Miles an Hour
New poems.
Little unsent letters.
Couple dozen trees sacrificed because of our twisted love affair.
I wanted to write the fairy tale.
Mold the ending.
But did I scare you off?
Being too naked
Laying there wanting you in a pure untainted way.
Maybe you don't project your intentions
Paint your heart in bold clear strokes
But I do
I dream in technicolor
I named our children
I projected our synastry
and the signs came out better than I expected
Better than last night
when I waited in a cold bed
in a strange room
with sweet smells surrounding me that were something like you
You made a couple of promises
Tempted me
Taunting
and I daydreamed in the dark night about how it all would be
When I gave myself up to you
Hoping you would taste my magic
drink my potions
fall in love
or at least smile at me the next morning
All the while
You were on the interstate
Running seventy miles an hour away
from something that scared you
with the aura of "too good to be true"
Without even offering
a kiss goodbye.
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