highways dashed lines,

parallel lines,

nights streaming heartbeats,

woman wrapped in black lace

accessorized white stretched energy belt

as boychildren sigh

lefthand: gripping smashed garage window scars righthand: hugging steel bulletproof sheets

highways dashed lines,

climate crazy caramel colored foster

couple with soapy faces soulkissing,

riveted lovers freejazzdancing,

toes spooning under the breaktide,

soulkissing, erupting,

music of long sweet days off,

bad green jewels

highways frozen lines,

soul sheets replacing

this highway’s blistered dance,

sexual leaves forming

highways of boygirlchildren,

uncovered masterpiece of womanmanbabies,

sexual leaves tossed aside,

shed perfectly in the performance

she and I,

coinciding like teamwork

forming nightly pirouettes,

gentle eggshells moving across highway’s dashed lines,

our eyes catdancing on fire

dumping our bones across the dancefloor

she and I,

steady customers,

pitcher and catcher,

drummer and bassist,

layin down highway’s dashed lines,

parallel lines

NYC, 1/26/81