Valerie

told me you'd be with your girl today:
the one you run to  
when you need to be loose  
of the confines, the monotone
of us
 
the lady in red gloss
an insatiable roar climbing her chest
when you lay into her
the way she deserves
she was made for it:
your guiding her curves
between open wings of sand
straddling black -
the tarmac
 
ride her to exhaustion
clench teeth and hold on for the screams
with a bourbon on the side
 
and if you spot a glimpse, a glimmer  
a gleam on the horizon
catch up
 
i'll race you