baby driver

Baby Driver

When we are together we are

bandits driving on summer nights where crickets

sing our soundtrack & stars navigate

Baby driver, fire heart, my spirit twin

you can drive me anywhere & I would follow

blind. Drive me out of this city, out of this town

to places where we can remove our shoes & walk bear foot across grass, let trees watch over us

like elder parents cradling their wayward children.

I don't know what we are. No: We are many things & not one. Best friends. Confidant. Ying yang. You are my touchstone, my spirit twin.

If you would permit I would be a lover that aches to taste inside you to know something sweeter than honey.

I want to look at you after, body curled, your skin as bright as a star in a candle lit room & I'll navigate your oceans with my fingertip discovering small islands, rough ground & fields that rise above my head swallowing me as they sway

I want to climb inside your heart & know its majesty

Your spirit that dances among trees calling itself your Nature.

(And I would never stop you from loving others. How could I? you are a prefect storm, restless. All I ask is to exist within the storm's eye where I can hear your heartbeat kiss you goodnight & know that you are OK)

We scare me because we splash outside whatever borders that others call friends. I sit next to you walk beside you & fear nothing in this world. Nothing. Your smile has teeth that protects, holds those you love inside safe,

your soul a strong box for love.

Baby driver I want to sit beside you & say nothing & know that I am protected as much as I will protect you

against harm, with or without a seatbelt, foot on the gas driving into night.

August /11