Making Love To a Storm
A snowstorm is coming.
A big pink malignant mass on the weather map.
People panicking hoarding booze and gas.
I've got my shovel and old northern muscle.
I'm more than up to the task.
My doe-eyed neighbor seems unconcerned.
She's dressed to the max.
Risking life and limb for the lust of her man?
Taillights disappearing into a snow globe of tiffany glass.
I do understand her.
I once did the same thing a lifetime ago.
Drove 25 miles in a rust bucket blizzard.
For the love of adventure and lust.
A pretty little thing waiting for me in her perfumed nest.
Risking life and limb for a warm pink drink.
The memory far outliving the storm.
|