Riding In The Sidecar – For Charles Bukowski “Magical Mystery Tour”

I am very tall

With streamlined breasts

Alabaster and flawless everything

Long stretches of elegant thigh

And eyes

Translucent horizons

With clear reflected glints

Of topaz and olivine

He is taller then me

His chin is strong

Broad in the shoulder

Not thick anywhere

Aquamarine eyes fine and soulful

Right there

At the window of love

And essence

Midnight shocks of tousled locks

And lips

Oh and lips

He leans in to listen

Hand on my knee

Warming me on many levels

Ponders my essence with curiosity

Eyes on my eyes

His ease his sincerity his caring

Are authentic and in the moment

I breathe him in

We drive and love the driving together

We find all that is simple and tasty

We are enthralled by landscapes and sunsets

All the natural elements come alive in our presence

Animals sweetly approach us

Together we have made a good beginning

At righting Eden

We can stay together anywhere

And be home

Anywhere we can be

We are home

With each other

He does not exist of course

Except in the mirror

In the glass

In the book and the song

And the poem.