Nicholina’s Turbulent Purity

Dark walnut pristine Bulgarian perfection
strapless jaded relaxed wisdom
she needs no seat-belt, no protection
passenger to a manic vision
comforted by this mission, slight
tremble ignites momentary earthquake
he twists his hand, gently
to lubricate the engine
oils flood, pistons fire & erupt
she twists his hand
excited for country exploration
journey into the inside, moist
dandelion late evening Oregon summer rain
cascade of sprinkles & twinkles & truth
15 miles per hour, odometer reads eighty-seven
that’s all?  virgins in the fading light
ride & roll & speed ahead
32 in second gear, heat radiates
gears release natural sweat
goddess now in his breath
an abundance of hope & scents of divinity
rearview reflection anticipated
deep in silver, bucketed cushions
they race ahead to emotions undiscovered
fourth gear at 57, fast
a sweet salty joyous tear
slides from brilliant contact woman eyes
her womanly eyes that burn his headlights forward
perspective focused gallantly on immediate destinations
erect volcanoes tremble again as lone torpedo
threatens warfare, incites earthquakes
79…  83…  88…  fifth gear fury!
tribal heartbeat rhythms
synchronized tribal heartbeat rhythms
that sweet sweat permeates excited voices
stutter, shutter, sweat, shimmer, acceleration
sweet sweet sweat of passionate discourse
racing discourse, this course, furiously
bright lamps beam ahead, 90
radar detection activated
360˚ protection failed!
red lights of plastic detection blare
93, milky twilight frozen around us, 102
police scream sirens of intervention
she screams sirens of trust
he screams sirens of lust
108 as salt pours from united imagination
police scream siren force
she screams siren lust
he screams siren trust
110 as salt pours from united imagination
113!  entire reality tremors circadian explosions
upshift, downshift, upshift, downshift
overheat, rumble, ricochet into earthquake
air-cooled madness synchronized tribal earthquake
115 miles per hour — turbulent purity
emergency brake broken
he sinks into her quivering, luscious smile
she needs no protection
she twists his grip from the barren, tepid wheel
he releases & descends into her quivering sunset
she whispers transcendent tertiary existence
Nicholina’s pale tenderness laminates turquoise
against Matthew’s soul, forever in this starry night.
[Police records indicate the odometer read ‘Timeless.’]

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