January 24, 2016 Nicholina’s Turbulent Purity By Matthew Graybeal ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ Leave a comment 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.’] Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...