an affair in three movements (poetry)

an affair in three movements
i.
on the way:
thirsting, hot
for the shaded
rooms of that hotel,
for the night of my day
where the darkness comes only with eyes hard pressed
and wall-paper stars burn
so I am to be, finally
contented
ii.
and when we are there:
a long drink, at last
of his [open] mouth
with doubts tied to the bedposts
i try on the words too obscene
to say to anyone
that really means anything
feeding a fever so infectious
that I straddle two worlds
to catch it’s fire,
parched, dry
until next we meet
iii.
on the way back [home]:
the dashboard [after] glow
drunken on damage done
my hand is stretched out the open car window
finger-surfing
the wind
the waves of youth’s orange twilight
as we’re hurdling again through separate evenings
infinite dust looms
poetry

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