Louisiana Green Louisa
Spanish moss
draping off her pirate arms
shrouded by cerulean and scarlet,
Louisa mirrors some priestess swamp beast
dressed in her chamomile bouqueted graduation gown
here, wet explodes in four southern directions,
and vernacular seeps ripe with ritual,
positively irrigating those inevitable French kisses
thus inspired,
she pulls over and
throws it into park,
certain the fuse will stay burning,
front seat
subterranean Blind Creek
Louisiana gas stacks searing
“hey, Raphael, green gets pretty heavy here”
“yea, sweet momma, green sure do”
here at this hallowed rest stop
where lovers commence to drip
then somehow solidify,
an everlasting fusion forever forms,
layer ontop layer,
eternal exactitude,
no exit
thus, once humid with each other,
Green Louisa
melts back into her changeling self
where another Raphael’s welcome
to ride along,
where another maiden’s voyage
begins, then ends,
and surely begins again