-- for Mark
my heart was pounding like the
burnout engine of a 57 chevy
i got in your life like it was a
stolen car. i never looked back.
the radio was playing
whiney gospel music.
if we had a saint, it was the
plastic dashboard kind.
your tattoo was my engagement ring
i married you with one deep kiss
& later on route 66
dashboard lights illuminating our
desire headlights illuminating the horizon
of dreams
you told me once i made you sing
like a lost boy in a choir.
they said we sinned. your love's
my real-life church
& the fruit of my womb
is as sweet as baby Jesus
& has your eyes
show me the saint
who can make us love forever
(shrine)
