South Boulder Road

The summer sea sky has traveled inland and the rolling of the Spanish hills make me hungry for adventure I am feet on the dashboard, a mouth full of salt water, a nosebleed that is somehow romantic I am lost in the vast wilderness of summertime, the gray-green galaxies of 9 PM daylight, and all I see is you Every star, every blade of grass, every partially patched pothole on the road to church I can taste your breath after I brush my teeth, hear your voice after I turn off my records for the evening I smell you in the lilac that blooms by my parent's house, feel you in the linens that hang on the clothesline I lay in the grass and your face stares at me from the clouds I wish to be free from this love. This soul-consuming, mind-burning, gut-wrenching love.