Maria riding down the freeway 70 miles an hour
my red corvette is a greyhound
$50 for 5 hours to Chicago bag full of latex
so my rattlesnake doesn’t sink its fangs into your milk and honey
and 5 hours back into my blue Volvo all night
looping the boulevards, a/c off
my red chipped nails wrapped around the steering wheel
the attached phalanges smelling of your Eden and my American Spirits
because you’ve got me feeling emotions
higher than I get off pabst-blue-ribbon-and-yellow-xan-bar cocktails
higher than the surface of the pool looks after laying on my back at the bottom long enough to realize I’m probably overreacting
baby you make my heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird
fuck me in my prettiest dress and tell me how my body looks like Raphael’s David
just before I put it back on