The Tale of Brulee
As she lay there, on the rear seat
of his truck like that ..
Her wheaten coat, did catch
the first few rays of our new spring
and damn me ..
If she did not look near golden ..
Just like
the burnished cloak of some
high Aztec priest he thought ..
And even from
that distance, he needed Ray Bans
for the glare ..
While she, did either feel or hear
or smell
the breeze of him approaching ..
And her rudder
started flapping both to and fro
and here to there ……….......... x