The Desert Boys Tonight

The boys were ruddy and gay
hot with fire the coming night
golden lines on their slim razor racing suits
setting sun burning nest
multi-orange twilight twisting in their chromium helmet shields
arcs of dusk explode westernmost canyon crests alit
the boys gypsy calls
their pouting pussy pink lips tasting the stars
razzing me hard

you tell me in terrible sighs don't go out tonight
your moon blue eyes wet
your skin soft
warm despite a lavender chill building

but baby
the killer has me
the night
it soothes me
look how the desert stretches eternal into empty endless distance, you see
into places even love cannot reach
past the red starting line the pendants
fresh breast of green yet aglow
past purring birds in sharp stripes and streamlined feathers
those rumbling engines
sucking in throaty gulps the cool air
burnished leather seats
worn cork sticks
chrome gauge clusters
polished fenders catching in sleek curves a growing body of stars

your hand holds mine too tightly
burst of laughter from the drivers circle

you hear 'em too
the boys want to race, baby

sorry

I gotta race.

TA