Tenderness

glistens and gleams from the front seat floor of my car. She's a beauty and blonde, ravishing,
she ripples standing still like that lighthouse on Lake Michigan beneath orchards
of cherry and peach, although she's curled up below me where ripened fruit awaits its own
devouring. Her smile lures mischief out from blue eyes that tempt in erotic cartwheels and I know she's God on a mission tickling and teaching me to relinquish the steering wheel, wake up
once and for all, dump these stiff seat belts as we unbrace for the ride of our lives to vanish
out through dreamtime's fog into the clarity of a hot July night underneath the cacophony
of such vast and noiseless stars.