Stationary in traffic on the A1
I was trying not to smile as a mediator
Lost her rag over the way the mobile network kept
Dropping the call, and suddenly
The scent of my lover was around me in the car, a
Tangible reminder that I’d dressedand left her
Smiling the head on one side smile that speaks of
Summer days when the thunder has moved on.
I wondered where the scent had come from, and
Could only imagine it had sprung from within me
The way her shiver and smile can
Transform a touch on her hip as we gaze out across the
Limitless landscape as if her erotic charge is a
Power that lives within her until summoned.
Sitting there, in traffic, I remembered how the endless plateau
Had been our cathedral and her smile had been the
Daylight through windows.
In the traffic I let the angry mediator wash over me
And thought about my friend, who
Makes love like a woman,
Breaks like a little girl, and
Makes me feel whole.