car ride

if your love is
like a long car ride
if its light only
shimmers through the shadow of the
trees

if it flows as a
prism
toward the windows
of soul

if it tires and breaks
midway

if it feels hazy, 
wispy
gritty
oily, fast and slow
altogether

if it feels
costly, tiring in
its stillness

if it feels like it
is worth the
view, worth the
wait, still

if there are loud and
raucous
moments where
the carnal things
flare

if there are
calm silent
moments
with some time
alone

then it is
a good
and human love,

just pure as your
sun-singed
forearm, lounging
across the window

pungent like
burnt rubber
tires when you brake
too hard

altogether good once
you've arrived

 

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to the writer: thank you for this. i'm in love with this. and i heavily appreciate your anonymity. we appreciate your existence and art!
-Eileen

Eileen Wu