BLACK LASHES & WHITE PICKUP ACCENTS
 

i never register make & model but know
under the navy velvet belly
 

of southern night there's not much
space between lap & steer wheel.
 

mahogany perfume soaks ivory hues
sugar takes its cues from me.
 

wall street's bull longs to take charge while
dixie anthems power crimson's liquid rise.
 

what hangs from them trees        moss?
strange twin to shred plastic bags
 

waving down fifth avenue's sycamores.
i cup your hand under peach blouse
 

when together brushes blackberry
we inhale bourbon strong your whisper
 

drawl slow a drawn bow upper hand
—seek in quiver the notes
 

ask coffee mirror water powerful words
that resound difference more than skin thrust.
 

hungry for peace kneeling in your heart
you say strike whisper do what you desire.