I’m
lost in melodies, and Bentley Coupes, adrift a smile. I
feel
it pash, to push a Porsche, afloat a dream. I love for
cants,
to show for pride, swooping an Audi. A friend
called,
and nearly shattered, to love forbidden. We sifted
times,
to chime a soul, to bounce a fever. Life is different,
a
torture to yearn, to ponder mortality. I favor nights, to
stream
a coop, aflight a Lexus. We send it, to bend it back,
headed
to a psych; and more a Bugatti, if only to test it.
I
love you, to see it over, to resurrect life; and less a terror,
to
trek through ceilings; for love is soil, to tillage grounds,
and
unfound. It’s been a day—of scents and wines, a deep
escape.
I love you, to see it blossom, to encounter life. It
moves
like heavy, to shift for gears, a cheer for last-call. I
shift
to perish, to crack a shell, to unveil sights. We texture
softly, a Fleetwood
Brougham, floating through greens.
