driving the pass

this is by far one of my favorite poems that i have ever written!

 

driving the pass

he has stood for several miles

a sharp profile against the dull land.

his name, Spanish for “the vein.”

 

i have known him for sometime.

spending long hours on his winding road.

we are friends

and sometimes more.

 

i have driven his curves

and one steep hill.

memorizing his every feature.

today is like all the others

i have to take a few miles

to remember him.

to get to know him again.

 

soon, we are moving together.

swaying around the curves,

a sultry dancer’s hips in the dark.

tenderly touching every inch

he touches back.

 

some time has passed.

in and out, up and down

together.

my window is down

his smell drifts in

and lingers only for a moment.

his windy fingers pull at my hair.

 

we are almost to the top.

i push the pedal down,

faster and faster.

one last curve

 

lanes shift,

i am headed down.

 

the decent is shorter

hugging his side

pulling against him

racing down the steep curves.

at the bottom, i leave him again.

this has happened before,

but i always come back again.

Author's Note

i rarely use capital letters or punctuation

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is awesome, and the imagery brillant, and unique! Very well written, and creative.