Daytona Daydream

[saw]

Top down,
burnt orange hair,
waves to me in high speed drama
like a sexy new american flag
with tattoos for stars
that shimmer in miles per hour,

'64 coupe de ville,
candy apple red to match the fire
in your flaming locks flying by me,
you twirling a strand of curly excitement
with your right hand while your left hand
vivaciously pounds the vintage dashboard,

meaning, your driving with your knees,
and that turns me on, 'cause nervous energy
is always suppressed sexual tension to me,
so I tromp on the gas to get a longer look
from those emerald beams that pose as eyes.

As I approach, I see you glancing in your
rear view mirror to make sure, but know full well
that the needle on your Hot-o-meter is about
to bust the glass, your translucent beads refract
a torrid rainbow swinging to and fro in two-lane air.

You bop, up, down, throwing your head side to side
as Steppenwolf howls from the stereo radio
inciting fever from primal responses, and my private
fantasy begins as I am navigating the exquisite curves
of your snake like body with great attention to detail,

like my neighbor who takes all day to wash and wax
his pick-up truck, on his hands and knees removing
unwanted debris from the tire treads with a toothbrush,
THAT kind of detail, and oooohhhh what a journey it is,
endless euphoria around each bend, the climax

secondary to the exploration, and then we.........
BEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEP, "Move it Asshole!"
Oh shit,
the light is green,
where did she go?

[Arcadia]

Top down,
burnt orange hair,
waves to me in high speed drama

wow...great beggining!!!!!

there is a Caetano Veloso song with somehow the same topic, at the beggining you think it was a face to face conversation somewhere or at least a phone conversation then you realize it was a semáforo-talk longing to be longer!. I enjoyed the ride!!

[emel.scott]

Steve, You had me at
Top down
and lost me at
and then we...
everything in between was a gas.
I would end it with:
secondary to the exploration
I know you would have never lost her

[Lightning Rod]

can we safely call this 'autophilia'?
slap a decal on me and put me on a Nascar track
with Danika

[saw]

thanx for coming along for the ride, Arcadia....sometimes I see things...ha, ha

yea Scott, you may be right about ending the poem sooner...solid
suggestion.....and funny comment.....gas is too expensive for this
stuff anymore...Damn it, these bastard oilmen have killed joy riding!

LRod, if not autophilia, then definitely autoerotocism....but if we're talkin' about catching Danika Patrick, I'll go in halves with you for some
genuine rocket fuel from that Acme company that Wile E. Coyote uses..