✏️ Desire on Northern Boulevard

measure him in finger stutters
his focused repetition pattering on the dashboard
as we wait for green

a short drive like all the others that take too long
when we’re hungry for each other
but stuck under a blanket of traffic
Left to settle in our thick sweat and
desperate breaths

Stopped at another red
focus on the soft rumble of his voice
He’s practicing Spanish to impress my mother one day

warm vowels crash into the consonants
of his disappearing Croatian tongue

te amo rolls out from his gringo grin
laugh through I love you, too

black stab on the map pulls us in
only 70 feet away
where it will all converge - 
the crumples of our flesh and
the gnashing of touch and
the speed of the tender hour
at some beautifully controlled chaos of