I think your synapses and wires and circuits
are state of the art. Your beauty is flawless.
You're a '57 Chevy with a 4 in the floor and
a V8 engine that screams along the highways.

We met in an airport bar on our ways to who
cares anyway? We fell in love and cancelled
flights and left it all to the carrion eaters.
The circus was in town. We went and never left.