auburn sunset mahogany
truckbed glint
of the shine

puddles pooling rivulet
jagged curl take off your pack
let the engine do the talking

on the trek spin tall tales
weaving lemon
drop legs with mine

my zest your
rind my whipped
sugar meringue your

honeysuckle spice one
part tired four
refined finding

your wings if you sit
long enough with
me or anyone but i’ll

call you
stranger long enough
for it not to be

true raindrop thyme
fingers lace
track the flecks

learn your face
braced on
the backboard

to ride out
plummeting
if i needed

to stay
above the
clouds i would

first published in ink & ivy lit