My Engine is Ready for You
A Poem
My Engine is Ready for You
I crave every nuance of your body, dear Asha,
Each curve and all those shadows. I can watch
You walk by, sitting on a bench, and think unthinkable
Thoughts, like an inspector of the divine feminine.
And it’s with prestige, my love, that I open my arms
To you and the subsequent behavior — well let’s just
Keep that to ourselves, like two lovers watching the
Sunrise together, hoping to ban all consequence of
Their union, awoken in their loins a fantasy unlike
No other they’ve had before. My engine is ready for
You, sweetheart, no matter what your location is or
How close it is to the wire when you decide to love me
Or love me not. We do each other no harm, and that’s
Why I like you or need you like the de facto sun setting
In the desert of the west, all the painted colors of the sky
Creating a coverage that only God could crouch behind.
There’s an balanced glance that will hopefully make you my
One day bride, and other inspirations that we can discover
Together on our charter of being together for each other,
Playing house or whatever you’d like to do for an afternoon.
In our domain I’m your biggest advocate, so I like to photograph
You wearing next to nothing, a solution I never realize until
It’s already too late, falling like a cluster of difficult ambitions.
