i’m driving down crystal lantern.
amber, violet, ruby, blue.
the air is heavy, it’s a heady potion.
drink it all in.
desert jade, palo santo, sacred medicine,
all sticky with the promise of thunder.
perhaps we both share an imagination?
after all this time, we still write poems for ghosts.
i’ve been keeping my eyes on the road,
though i’m still carving crescent moons in the steering wheel with my fingernails,
though i’m still losing focus for a second or two, transfixed,
watching as a million raindrops hit the dash.
will we lift this mist?
could i move you, something like the santa ana winds,
these rolling thoughts and fog?
could i turn your gaze west?
a love like this might set pacific sky alight.