"Speeding down the highway

Our unspoken conversation written in fog

Across the dashboard

And my heart dangles from the rearview mirror

Of his dad's Honda Civic

Swinging back and forth in time with his breathing

Smooth, steady

Like when we made love in the 3rd floor hotel room

Just outside Tucson,

And 2-44 blurs around my fingers

Grays and greens and yellows

Fire trails that forever dance in his eyes

Like a climbing speedometer;

90…110..135.

Stranded, my life is his

Pen in hand

And

My savior in the driver's seat.

'No other angel has fallen so hard.'"

2/27/2006 7:09pm