092808 1:38AM

The stoplights in your eyes
are holding me captive
while I am waiting
ten seconds,
twenty seconds,
forty;

always waiting for that
light to change
from the auburn romance
that holds me tight
a red light district
of cultural deprivation.

And there is no one on the road
in this isolated ghost town
except for you at home
your stoplight control.

I am always waiting
for the lights in your eyes
waiting for them to turn
to the effervescent green
that golden sunlight
cast through fauna
that signal screaming,

"Go! Go! Go! Go!"

When I will drag race
past the 50's idyllic woman
with the scarf waving bold
by her hipbones

and fly into the sunset
the midnight
that is you.