Indescribable

The road schimitars cruelly
Your leather gloves move upon the wheel
like skin on skin on a humid
Mediteranean night - glued, shining.
We ride the rainbow of cat's eyes,
leaning out, the threshing air
painting dark channels in my hair
The starry eyes of the city fall sidelong,
like a plane pulling away
out of the film reel.

The broken teeth of the night litter the road,
and I suppose you're indescribable,
just a pair of gloves and a whipping sail
of scarf beside me
a smother of the clutch
a squeezing of the long phallus of gearstick
"Keep your head inside," you murmur,
and melt into the glass
like the juices of a cracked moth
and you put on Roxy Music
while my hand surfs the handle
of the car door, and my nail clicks
against the tight lock