Cracked Black Cadillac

I’ll take my time loving You

like cracked black seats in the back of a Cadillac

cracked seats that cradled us like kids

I watch as you ease your foot off the gas so the ride lasts

longer

I swear I’ll love You like a prayer

like rubbing grease on leather shoes

a hidden bounty that only I have the map to

You’ll pick up your face and I swear I’ll pick up my act

just say the word

and I’ll quit cigarettes on Christmas

to remind myself how it feels to need

then smother myself in the smooth sensation of your summer

breeze

could you feel what I felt that night? The dancing angels

that followed your light

leaving chemtrails of sickening sweetness

You told me “love is supposed to be bright”

“like lightning?” “like a bomb?” I asked

“like cracked headlight covers disguising a faded golden

glow,” You responded

a glow that consumed us and commanded a hush on the

rest of the world

I don’t believe in god, but I do believe there was some divine

intervention

that pushed me out of that alley and into Your arms

arms that cradled me like a holy scripture, or a sacred cross

Your eyes longingly hug the inside of my thighs

and You trace them with a sense of glittering tenderness

and unadulterated desire

I told You that forever I’ve been the sculptor and never the

muse

so You posed me and captured me through amber tinted

lenses

in the back of that Cadillac

You held all my pain in Your burning palms

and I whispered to You a language I had never spoken

before.