Press Play and Ride

I have a playlist with your initials 

Music for a muse


It goes from melancholic, to maudlin, 

to nostalgic to laughable 

Sometimes in one beat, or less

Fast as a hummingbird drinking clear 

Sugary nectar 

Wings flutter 

(Many times, it’s a slow oily candle

Burning at more than one end

Still somehow frenetic, frantic)


Like these words I type 

That inevitably end in sentences, 

Engine purring: you 

Over and over again, a bene-addiction

Drawing breath in to savor the savior 

last syllable, throttle released… 


When I am on you, drug of choice

I feel safe, in each gear 

No matter the speed.  


And while I am not a prayerful woman, 

I know how to knee-down

(As you knew)

On each speckle freckle in gravel, 

Stardust maps to villages souls travel

Until they get it right. 

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