• Supernova
    Squeaky VW bus
    Parked near a freshly flowered cactus.
    Crimson petals, red as flaky paint.
    A not so secret midnight meeting spot,
    Provoker of raised eyebrows
    And hushed whispers.
    Spare me your vanilla dreams,
    Too nervous to indulge on the wrong Sunday.
    I crave the sweet and salty supernovas
    That rock and squeak that VW bus.