BUMMER-FREE ZONE

JARUDET’S INNER MONOLOGUE UPON FIRST MEETING HIS WIFE, LARKIN.

Her form is the key-
My eyes the ignition.
Possessing she-
My heart’s ambition.
Able to transport
Or rip apart
The tenuous cord
Of life and heart,
Or, at a minimum,
Disturb for a time,
The repeating rhythm
Of a monotonous climb.
She’s a power unreleased-
A tractor idling-
An uneaten feast-
When she comes sidling
Over to me.
Should I stand still?
Or should I flee?
Give the eyes their fill?
Or look aside?
…And filled? Could they be
Ever satisfied
Of such a view as she?