swaying

to the

beat of

a pacific

sunset

breeze

in her

camaro

red

dress,


just up the

road

on highway

101.

  
she leans

alittle

to the

right,

like a

classic

old race

car,

with the

back tires

slightly

under

inflated

to strategically

hold the

curves.


and once

she gets

it going

she can

take you

for quite

a ride.

to places with

story teller

endings,

and with

her two

diamond

look

in her

eyes,

she can

make

everything

true.

and in

the quietest

of moments,

when

the moon

kisses

the midnight

sky,


she will

cover

you.

like wine

quenching

your deepest

thirst...

and you

will

never

come back.


so sing

to the

morning

when you

awake,

where ever

that may

be.

cause you

won't be


in Kansas

any

more.